Burning candles at both ends

I have two full time jobs, both looking good on my future resume.

During my day job from 9-5, (no, it's 9-9 to be precise) I manage a hotel for my three guests, drive a taxi service, teach lectures, give hands-on product demonstrations, and operate a fast-food store.

(Hmm... that's resume-speak. In real nitty gritty terms, it's doing laundry, changing bedsheets, buying groceries, reading story books, playing toys and making meals.)

Then I take a break, napped from 9pm to midnight, all freshened up for my second job.

From midnight till dawn, I do research to stay ahead of the learning curve, draft sewing patterns, shop for books/fashion/gadgets, read thick dusty books, edit photos, catch up with friends... until my peppermint tea goes cold and my shoulders stiffed.

Then it's time for a few hours of bed. Another day to go!

(Yes I've finally made the promised cookies today. At 5:30pm, after 9 hours of housework?! My tired legs were wobbling after the cookies got out of the oven.)

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My secret way of finding more hours in a day: stop watching TV. About 10 years ago, I switched off totally. With zero hours per month wasted on the TV, I reclaimed at least 30 hours of my life. (Unless you count the daily Wiggles show which I was compelled to sit through on request by my hotel guests.) Eventually, I don't miss it at all. It has become a machine of noise and chaos. Now, if I could talk my way out of those Wiggles repeats...

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!
("First Fig" - By Edna St. Vincent Millay)