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When I was a new mom, utterly at my wit's end, I called my mother for advice. 'He never sleeps!' I all but wailed into the phone. From the end of the line came a cackle – yes, a cackle! – and the words, 'I have waited thirty six years for this moment!'
Yes, the apple didn't fall far from the maternal tree. I don't sleep much. Never have and apparently never will. Why? Well, there are just too many interesting things to do with a day. Sleep is at the very bottom of my To Do List.
There's the writing, of course. And the reading, the interior decorating, the stained glass work, the sewing, the gardening, the teenage son's ice hockey and lacrosse schedule (I'm the Executive Secretary for the Wichita Lacrosse Association), all the household and financial management stuff, playing the secretary-slash-receptionist for my husband's business one day a week, and being a decent wife, mom, daughter, friend.
I used to juggle being a high-school history teacher – and department chair – along with everything else. But my husband, David, begged me to have some mercy on the family and so I gave up the world of academia to be a full-time writer and lady of leisure. Once the son heads off to college, though... I'm toying with the idea of going there myself. I miss that teaching thing – and it would only be a couple of classes, a couple times a week, a semester at a time...
Yeah. I think the schedule could handle that.