Scorched: A War of Two Wicks

My candle will no longer burn at both ends, no matter how much I push it. Perhaps age has something to do with it. There was a time when I could string together endless nights of five and six hours of sleep to no significant consequence (or so I reasoned). Drink a little extra coffee, push a little harder and keep on ticking. The pile on my plate and being married to a man with an opposite body clock puts me in a war between two wicks: James’ night wick and my morning one.In order to enjoy time with James at night and take advantage of my favorite early hours of the day, I can easily find myself a slave to both circadian rhythms, getting up early and staying up late, squeezing out precious chunks of slumber in the process.The problem is…Hop over to The Laundry Moms where I share what to do when you're burning the candle at both ends!