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!