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Sleep, who needs it, again. Still?

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Goodness, I need my sleep, I need rest!  I am exhausted and I promise you I am only standing here by the grace of phedra cut...

Gerhard and I got really adventurous last night, we watched two episodes of Game of Thrones back to back and then went to bed fairly late for people with a small baby in the house.  As we were settling in, Liam started coughing, I had to get up and get him a drink of water...it lasted for about and hour, then Luka started, about another hour.  I must point out at this point that Gerhard has a cold, so he drank some asprins, and slept like a log.

Then Luka was restless, she was crying and niggling most of the night, and the cherry on top, at 3am Liam wet his bed and came crying for clean clothes.  Goodness, I just rolled over at 5am when Gerhard got up and felt like death warmed up a tad.

Then, imagine the shock and horror when gym managed to perk me up!  15 mins of crunches and the like and 40 mins of high intensity cardio, a bit of a session in the steam room and a nice hot shower, loads of make up slapped on and I look and feel like a human being despite the lack of sleep.

I tell you there is method in this madness, you really do start buying into the whole thing after a bit. 

Man, I love the USN 12 week challenge, I feel good, energised and strong!
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