In the early years of parenting, I was almost overcome by the potential of there now being 24 hours in a day , instead of the pre-parenting 12. There always were 24 hours, but now, due to unpredictable sleep schedules, work demands and a need to be alone once in a while, almost all of these 24 hours were now known to me.It was like double the chance to do stuff and time and time again I sacrificed a whole night of sleep to watch back to back Netflix episodes, to complete a proposal for work or to catch up on housework.Now of course, I realize that instead of stealing time, time was stealing from me. Four years after writing this post, I am scrambling to tidy my life back into 12 hours again. The chances of a kid needing me overnight are considerably less. Insomnia is plaguing me by times and preventing me from having quality time not just with myself , but also with my husband. I blame smart phones and my dependence on them. I blame self-employme...