sleeping vs. eating

Before kids, I would have said eating...but now that I have a kid, sleeping trumps eating by leaps and bounds.
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This is a no-brainer.

Tough call for me. I love both, but if I have to pick one I'd give the slight edge to sleeping.

If I'm sleeping I'm not eating...sleeping is the logical choice.

Eating is so good...you'll have plenty of time to rest when you're dead

nothing beats a good home cooked meal. nothing.

Before kids, I would have said eating...but now that I have a kid, sleeping trumps eating by leaps and bounds.


Oh god I have a three month old. I may have to re-vote.

At this point though I have given up trying to fight for my old life back so I don't miss the sleep as much anymore.

Here's the ultimate hypothetical.


You're trapped in prison, and there's no possibility for you to eat or sleep. It's been a week since you're last meal, and you haven't slept for days. You're then presented with two doors.

Behind the first door lies a king sized perfect bed with a down comforter. The room is filled with a surreal ambiance that causes you to drift off by the very thought of entering the room. You're told that upon choosing this door, you will be granted a full nights rest and then released from prison after you wake. You may have an empty stomach, but you'll finally get some much needed rest.

Then there lies the second door. Your told that the room behind this door is filled with every imaginable food you can think of. Everything from mashed potatoes to 10oz filets cooked to perfection. There are succulent fruits and rich desserts. The mouthwatering shmorgusboard dances in your brain as thoughts of gluttony cascade across your hypothalamus. It will truly be a day in ecstasy, albeit a tired one. Upon completion of you're feast, you will have to wait another 12 hours in prison without sleeping before being released.


If you have to choose a door....which one do you choose?

Oh god I have a three month old. I may have to re-vote.

At this point though I have given up trying to fight for my old life back so I don't miss the sleep as much anymore.
You get used to it. However, each Sunday morning, part of me longs for the days where I could stay in bed until 11. Now, sleeping in consist of my wife using the baby to wake me up no later than 8am.

Here's the ultimate hypothetical.


You're trapped in prison, and there's no possibility for you to eat or sleep. It's been a week since you're last meal, and you haven't slept for days. You're then presented with two doors.

Behind the first door lies a king sized perfect bed with a down comforter. The room is filled with a surreal ambiance that causes you to drift off by the very thought of entering the room. You're told that upon choosing this door, you will be granted a full nights rest and then released from prison after you wake. You may have an empty stomach, but you'll finally get some much needed rest.

Then there lies the second door. Your told that the room behind this door is filled with every imaginable food you can think of. Everything from mashed potatoes to 10oz filets cooked to perfection. There are succulent fruits and rich desserts. The mouthwatering shmorgusboard dances in your brain as that thoughts of gluttony cascade across your hypothalamus. It will truly be a day in ecstasy, albeit a tired one. Upon completion of you're feast, you will have to wait another 12 hours in prison without sleeping before being released.


If you have to choose a door....which one do you choose?

I choose "A" hands down and don't look back. You can eat upon your release, when your body is rested and can enjoy eating again.

Sleep is only satisfying if I get enough of it. Which isn't often. It feels nice to lay down in bed, but way too often I have to get up before I'm ready. And that's painful.

I'll take eating any day. At work, I look forward to lunch. On my ride home, I think about what I'm going to have for dinner. On Friday nights, I bust out of work all excited for my routine Friday Philly cheesesteak with fried onions and mushrooms.

I never get excited about taking a nap.