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(Yeahhhhh, I know. Another sleep post… Bear with me.)

Two years and a second baby later, I find history repeating itself. Except this time, I was driven out of the bedroom by a fussing baby and a snoring husband.

But I was pondering the other day at how being tired all the time affects me spiritually. For starters, all I want to eat when I’m exhausted are refined carbs. Especially baked goodies. And donuts. Mmmmmm. Worst of all, a craving for coffee would creep up on me (I drank coffee almost every day before I joined the church). A craving not to be indulged, of course—I’ve got more self-discipline than that!. But a yucky feeling comes over you when you’re not eating right and adhering to the “moderation in all things” precept that is the Word of Wisdom.

Secondly, when my sleep-deprivation is especially compounded, I get a little blue. And what better way to cheer yourself up than some online worldly coveting and retail therapy?!

Third, I totally drag in the mornings after a rough night. And the longer it takes me to leave the house, the faster (and ruder) I drive.

And lastly, scripture study is downright tedious when you’re fighting to keep your eyes open.

So there you have it. Prophets and church leaders aren’t kidding when they extoll the virtues of “early to bed, early to rise.” Except in my case, I don’t have much of a choice when I go to bed or when I wake up. I just hang on to the hope that this is a passing phase, lest I become an overweight, caffeine-wired mama who runs over dogs and schlepps around a huge, ugly Hermès Birkin bag.

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