In honor of the end of Sleep Awareness Week and losing an hour this weekend for Daylight Saving Time ...

I don’t sleep. Literally. I use to be one of those people who needed a full eight hours of sleep a day. That would be a luxury beyond my wildest dreams at this point.

Maybe it was all those sleepless nights during pregnancy and those first months when you’re up all night – but I’ve been conditioned. Of course, it also probably has much to do with the fact there are not enough hours in the day to accomplish all that I have to do.

There is a secret to my juggling two kids, my own company and numerous volunteer gigs: I am up way past what is considered normal. I routinely don’t go to bed until 2 a.m. Twitter at that time of night consists of me, a few of the tech geeks I know and the occasional breastfeeding mom who is up and can’t go back to sleep.

I’m not saying this is healthy by any means. I’m guessing (and reading) that it really isn’t, but by the grace of God I’m not falling asleep face first in my Cheerios every day. I have conditioned myself to run on little sleep — so much so that when I do have the rare opportunity to sleep in, I can’t do it.

I really don’t feel foggy during the day. In fact, I’m up and at it early and don’t need coffee (or cocaine) to make it happen.

All I can attribute this to is divine intervention.

So, yes, I do have a lot on my plate, but I’ve had to sacrifice sleep in order to make it all happen. Now that I’ve written this, I’ll probably come down with a terrible cold, or worse, heart disease, brought on by my lack of sleep. My poor friend Kerri has been battling mono, and it may just be her body telling her to slow down, stop the juggling act and smell the roses (or in her case, write more, watch more Oprah, and only do what’s absolutely necessary — shopping at Target not included).

Ben Franklin said a few wise things in his day, one of them being, "Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.” Wondering what Ben’s wife had to say about this one.