Have you ever played the game The Sims? If you haven't, you should. It's like playing with Barbies, but about a million times more fun. There are hazards of this game, however, hazards I should warn you about. For example, your Sim might be a successful entrepreneur with a beautiful home, a gorgeous George Clooney Sim husband and three cute kids. Then you look around and realize that while your Sim is succeeding, you - on the other hand - are not. You (for example, of course) have been playing fourteen hours straight and wearing the same pajamas since Tuesday. Please take this warning seriously.
Moving on... One pesky little Sim antic is that when they haven't gotten enough sleep, they pass out on the floor. They usually wet themselves next followed by waking up damp, embarrassed, exhausted and uncomfortable.
You may be wondering where I'm going with this, but be patient. I am currently going on my eighth straight day of work and won't see a day off until another week passes. So far, I am at hour 70 of work and am tired in ways I didn't know were possible. In addition to my weekend graveyard shift (which always leaves me tired) and weekday nanny gig, I took an extra job this week that had me waking up at 5am. Needless to say, my internal clock is utterly and entirely confused.
My point? This week, at any given moment, I am silently willing myself not to pass out on the floor and pee my pants. It may not seem like a big goal, but if I can make it through the next seven days without following in so many of my sleepy Sims' footsteps, I will consider it a huge success.