People have been asking me this question lately. My honest answer is: Being bone-tired but not yielding to sleep.
Not like I’ve never been tired before: We have four kids, after all. But this is a new level, a new test of my will.
Every evening, for instance, I put my youngest daughter to bed. We sit on the floor of her room and I read her stories. She’s a toddler, so these are picture books: Maisy, Kipper, etc.
Most days, this is the first time I feel a sense of relaxation. And that’s all it takes. My guard is down, and I fall asleep sitting there. My daughter wanders off, and I don’t snap back to life until she starts bugging one of her siblings.
Then comes the hard part: Realizing that the night is young. After family time, and time with my wife, looms another shift at work.
I guess that’s what Red Bull is for. Except I don’t drink it.