For years now, ever since my kids were born, I have been getting by on four to six hours of sleep a night. Occasionally, I’ll splurge and get 7 or 8, but that’s the exception rather than the rule. I feel as though there’s something wrong about getting away with 4-6 hours a night, like it’s cheating to get away with it.
I’m not tired, and I’m not usually grumpy. I don’t feel as though I’m about to nod off at any minute. I don’t seem to be getting stupider and stupider every day.
Until recently, I used to have a pretty strong coffee habit, so I thought it was caffeine that was keeping me from getting 7-8 hours a night. But a couple months ago, I cut back to one, maybe two cups a day, which seems totally normal, so that must not be it.
This morning I woke up after about six hours, and I felt pretty grumpy, so I was having doubts. But after a meal, I felt better; I guess I was just hungry. I asked Sara, my wife, if I was one of those who don’t need as much sleep as most, and she said, “Definitely.”