The Morality of Sleep

I passed out with Aidan when I put him to bed last night, and didn't wake up until 5 am. Sometimes I will go to bed early with the kids and then get up extra early in the morning, but 5 am barely qualifies as early, anymore, since the kids start stirring at 6:30 am and banish the peace.

I don't have a very good relationship with sleep. I sleep heavily and easily, but don't have much trouble functioning on six hours a day, which seems to be on the low end of most people's requirements. I should feel lucky about that, but mostly I still resent the need for sleep. I'm especially put out when my body suddenly demands more of it than I was prepared to give. I have fantasies about being one of those genetic freaks who need almost no sleep at all.

I'm just tired enough that I can't quite remember if I've written about this before. . .