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It's after 1 a.m. I should have been in bed hours ago because I have to be up at 6 to get my daughter ready for school. But I am burning the midnight oil. Why? Because I am a member of an elite group--inMomniacs . Sure, there are your traditional insomniacs, but we're different, because we're sleep-deprived by choice. There is a whole group of us who, after the witching hour, are finally allowed to come alive in another way. Not that being a Mother isn't fulfilling--it's just all-consuming. Most minutes during the day we can barely get a word in edgewise, let alone form a complete, intelligible sentence. So while everyone else is catching zzz's, we trade the sleep we so desperately need, for precious alone-time. By day, we are car-poolers, nose-wipers, homework helpers, cooks, maids, laundresses and more. And we don't clock out at 5. But when the final eyelid closes on the last wakeful child, we tip-toe to freedom. For me the time is usually spent in front of the computer--catching...
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