Kids Can Kill You
I can vouch for this. After waking and walking the baby at 10pm, 12pm, 2am, 4am, 6am I can get up and function but I'm not really there.
The New Scientist had an article in which they claimed that research had discovered that sleep deprivation of that type muddles your mind so's you can't think straight.
That's what I can vouch for.
I have many, many things I have to do or simply want to do. I've got no shortage of things to do at all. There's too many and not enough time.
Main reason for not enough time being the demands of little children.
Now here's the point: when I do get time to do something - I can't think straight to know how to do, or which to do first.
It is true. My mind has been numbed, my brains scrambled, my alertness dulled, my acumen diminished, my presence of mind absent.
It's a laugh. A well known, well used joke I guess. But it is not really a laughing matter at all.
It is deadly serious. Kids Can Kill.
I now know that those distraught, dishevelled, harassed and desperate looking women I used to see in the supermarkets in the centre of a cloud - a storm - of screaming, wailing, tugging, demanding children are really just that: distraught, harassed, deperate.
They are being subjected to cruel and unusual punishment. They are being tortured - or, if you like, they are torturing themselves for the sake of their children.
It is not a joke. It is a sober serious horrible fact.
