When I don't get enough sleep, my inner and outer worlds feel foggy and easily overwhelmed. Like my kitchen (to the left here) I feel out of control and beyond help. Bring in the wrecking ball and tear it all down! I just can't cope. Life is insufferable and I can't take any more! I put the girls down (really) early, I then head to bed myself. I do a quick mental inventory of life: Hmm, it's 7:30, the kitchen's a wasteland, wet laundry's sitting in the washer, I haven't checked my email today… and I go straight to sleep.
11 hours later, I wake up in a parallel universe. I'm still me, I think. And this looks like my house and family. But miraculously, the floors are less sticky, the mountain of dishes less daunting and the air is fresh with the promise of productivity. I feel motivated to brush my hair, shower even, clean the kitchen and fill the pantry with nourishing whole foods.