I don't do well when I don't get enough sleep. You'd think I'd be used to it given the fact that 'sleep-deprived' was my middle name for the first six years of the kidlet's life. But even with the aid of my beloved caffeine I'm still feeling rather unable to deal with everything today. Being this tired brings out the worst in me, or at least those qualities of which I'm least fond. I feel insecure, powerless, overly emotional. Then I proceed to get annoyed at myself for feeling this way. I really need to start cutting myself some slack. If I want any good at all in this big world, it has to start right here. I'm trying to do something that on the surface appears easy, but is proving to be very challenging indeed, particularly when focused inward. I simply want to be kind.