At eleven last night I actually found myself angry at the girls for not being reasonable and going to sleep instead of staying awake screaming. So that says something about my mental state.
I'm trying to re-read Acedia and Me, by Kathleen Norris, but I keep being interrupted. I know real life is the interruptions etc. but when I'm totally sleep deprived I just want to huddle up and be left alone. This does not happen.