To The Mom Who Went To Work On Hardly Any Sleep

To The Mom Who Went To Work On Hardly Any Sleep Thats your alarm. I know, you cant believe it. It feels like your head just hit the pillow because mere minutes ago, you were in your childs bedroom nursing or rocking or back-rubbing or delivering yet another drink of water or offering yet another persuasive lecture on how there absolutely isnt a monster or a ghost or a giant robot with glowing eyes in his room.And yet its time to start getting ready for work, a lot earlier than your sleeping husband arises because theres totenstill lunch to be made, outfits to be picked and permission slips to be signed. But you cant even fault him. He spent plenty of time in the kids room last night, too.You turn on the shower and pray that the water hitting you right in the face will pummel you into an elevated state of alertness. It doesnt. You apply layer after layer of concealer to the bruise-like pigments under your eyes, hoping to look well-rested, or at least not like a pro boxer punched you. Its an improvement, but the kind of industrial-strength makeup you need today is only available to Stranger Things special effects artists. You sip your coffee or your tea and pray that the caffeine will jolt you awake. It shifts you from having to make a conscious effort to keep your eyelids raised to them staying open on a voluntary basis, but its absolutely no replacement for the ZZZs you didnt get. You want to cry. You do cry.You contemplate calling in sick. And then you realize there are at least a dozen reasons you cant, not today.You wonder if anyone sees you during your commute and assumes, because youve got a glimmer of pretty young thing-ness about you, that partying until the wee hours is the cause of your worse-for-wear look. If they only knew.You sit down behind your desk or stand up in front of your classroom and you do your goddamn job. And you do it well. Because why should your co-workers or manager suffer because your snooze-averse offspring (whos probably napping at daycare or with the sitter now, that lucky little jerk) wouldnt give you a lick of rest the previous eveningand because you dont know any other way.You see, youre a warrior. It doesnt make you feel any better to read that, but its the honest-to-goodness truth. Youre basically a soldier without proper ammunition who expertly slays dragons (and monsters, ghosts and robots). When your child-free coworkers find out just how sleep-deprived you areusually moments after complaining about their own laughable levels of exhaustionthey look at you like the hero that you are.So if ever youre feeling down on yourself after youve had a heavenly 6 or 7 hours of sleep (or 8 lets dream big), think back to the work days when you showed up and got stuff done with far less of a break on your brain than any other employees had. Its a skill, one I hope you wont have to rely on for long and one that probably wouldnt make sense to add to a resume, but a skill nonetheless.--This story originally appeared on WorkingMother.com.Fairygodboss is committed to improving the workplace and lives of women.Join us by reviewing your employer