Anyone who tells you that they operate just fine on less than five hours of non-consecutive sleep for days at a time is a liar.
But there is a remedy for the no-sleep baby blues: Diet Coke.
For anyone who knows me at all, you know that have had a love/hate relationship with Diet Coke.
I hate all of the nasty stuff in it. I am positively certain that Diet Coke is probably one of the worst things I can put in my body.
I LOVE how much work I get done while drinking Diet Coke. I love how zippy I feel.
I’m not addicted, though. I can quit whenever I want to.
Sure, you might snort at me and say, “Sure, Em, I believe ya.”
But really, I can stop whenever I want. I don’t get headaches when I am off The Sauce (my pet name for Diet Coke).
And I’ve stopped before.
But for now, I am worshiping at the alter of The Sauce.
For as cute as the twins are, these sisters are not fond of long stretches of sleep in any consistent pattern. So if I’m going to be useful during a work day, I need Diet Coke. Preferably in a 32 ounce container. And, if I’m being picky, I like a wider straw – it gets the Diet Coke in faster.
I’d do an IV drip, but the IV accessories don’t really go with my outfits.
I have my priorities.