I am a wuss when it comes to sleep deprivation. Once you hit the age of 21 you are no longer physically in need of 10 hours of sleep a night. However, I don’t think my body ever got the memo because I am a hard-core ZOMBIE if I get any less than 10 hours of sleep. Sometimes I can squeak by on 9, but 10 really is my magic number.
Our vacation consisted of an average of 7 hours a night and 4-6 hours a night in the weeks previous. <insert new mothers and students rolling their eyes here> I was in pain. In grumpy, wussy, grouchy, fuzzy pain.
And then our big ol’ tom cat decided he just MUST sleep on my head every night since we’ve returned. Adorable. Suffocating, hair-pulling, claws in mouth, lack-of-a-pillow adorable.
However, I threw the cats the old “bait n’ switch” and traded Steven for his side of the bed last night and…it worked! I slept like a baby and he got to fight the paws, claws and general “pinned-in-placeness” that accompanies sleeping with five cats.
I feel much better now 
I don’t remember getting 4 hours of sleep… lol
4 hours a night was prior to the Genius Attacks.
We should totally start a Genius Club. We’ll have 81, 83, 85 and I’ll change mine to 84 so we don’t have duplicates
zzzzzZZZZ
I, on the other hand, got much less sleep