Sleep Energy

The joys of parenting sleepy middle aged children appears to have given me a new psych trigger. Adult daybreaker sleep energy is downright oppressive to me. I don't much care which club the daybreaker belongs to. The need to observe fixed hours and rituals makes for a fragile energy that is thoroughly counterproductive to the flows of life. My middle aged children taught me that lesson well. Not a single one of them can handle a two year old. Other middle aged adults from their chosen club only. 

PDM bills herself as a Night Person. Insert pre-coffee cliche of preference here. Night People have a bible load of pre-coffee cliches. I donae know if her assistant is daybreaker declared, but their combined sleep energies have me triggering like a beaten crazy bitch wolf. Please don't make me attempt to provide care for living creatures by those mysteries again.

A chick took sick yesterday during the unapproved daybreaker hours. Neither day nor night people would have been functional for the event. I moved the brood cage out to the coop in order to tend them without waltzing with the daybreaker eggshells. The sick chick died in the early hours of this morning. Is that the pall of her death over this house or just the night people yaddahs? 

Sorting. . .

I wonder if I need some daybreaker exposure therapy. Working rotating shifts gave me a strong orientation to the value of a 24 hour day and the tolerance to commisurate politely while listening to daybreaker fragility. Not all daybreakers are middle aged dependants in search of an enabler.