Dear Sleep Deprivation,
You will not get the best of me. You will not.
You may win a round or two, you may cause my mind to be fuzzy, and my patience to be short, but you will ultimately be defeated.
So what if you caused me to miss helping Isaac get his Kindergarten project turned in on the due date. So what if I have not corrected six of Paige's writing assignments. So what if I did not remember to bring Britt her work clothes even though I set them in a place where I would trip over them as I left to meet her. So what if I used a tube of lotion on my toothbrush this morning. So what.
You have won a battle. I will win the war.
Game On,
Tara
