Yes, it could be worse. I am told this and reassured of it from all quarters.
But sleep deprivation makes me nuts. Our autistic kid is up, on and off, all night several nights each week. Lights come on, doors bang, drawers are rattled, and I'm yanked out of sleep to the point where I simply can't rest, even if I can get some minimal quiet and the lights off for a few of the night hours.
We adjust meds, he sleeps better for a few weeks, then it starts again.
Makes me moody. Reduces my patience, aggravates anger and distorts judgement.
Right now I am on sabbatical. But in a few weeks I will be back at parish work, or what should be parish work. I'm weary and, for that and other reasons, the parish is weary of me. They don't say it, but this is the Midwest and they let it be known.
OK, it's a bit after 2 a.m. and I've typed and deleted several rambling paragraphs. Would wish you a good night but unless your life is out of whack you are already asleep.
Would compose a prayer for the rest of us but who needs eloquence to say, "A little peace and quiet, Lord? Please?"