Sleep? That’s so lame.

Oh, why don’t my teenagers want to sleep anymore? Not so long ago, it only took a word and off they went like good little children. Now it takes several hours of “close that book—turn off that kindle—why are your lights back on?” Ugh! As a writer, they’re killing me. I never get to bed on time. I can’t get up as early as I used to, so now I have less hours to work each morning. Maybe it’s time I started stocking chloroform. It’s not like they don’t need the sleep. Every morning they whine about being tired. You’d think they’d see the connection and try to get to bed earlier.  Nope. It is the bane of having teenagers. To kind of borrow a title from Jane Austen, they have neither Sense nor Sensibility until there mid-twenties when their brains grow back.

About janelleevans

I'm a sleep deprived mother of three. I create young adult novels from the voices in my head.
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