My 1 am turned into 3 am. But I also saw 4 am. And I was able to give an irritated eye roll to 5:30 am. The next hour felt like another blur of restlessness. Ew. Needless to say, today should be interesting.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t have one of THOSE nights!!!
We are out of town celebrating Sidney, my oldest daughter, this weekend. And we are taking a few extra days to do it, HA! In situations like this it never fails. My body is energized and ready to PARTAY! It doesn’t matter how late I stay up, I wake up early the next day. Like my body and mind are screaming WHAT’S NEXT?!?! Trust me, I would LOVE to sleep in like normal people. But I think my body is worried it’s going to miss something important if we sleep an extra hour or two. Yes body, we will miss a few things … like the undead hours of the day and unopened coffee shops … OY.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t have an innate fear of missing out!!!
UP late (regrets). Slept a little (not nearly enough). UP super duper early with a child (she was cold and needed cuddles). Slept for a few more minutes (does that even count as sleep?). UP again, at a later early, because of my unwavering and reliable alarm clock (why do I feel so betrayed?). UP. UP. UP … ugh.
Well, I hope you all have a day where all you want to do is lay DOWN!!!
Let me be the first to say that yoga and daylight savings are not a good combination. Normally I love going to my yoga classes, but it took every fiber of my being to get to my class tonight. I was exhausted. And I can also attest to the fact that no one on earth wants to lower themselves into Chaturanga when they could hardly drag themselves into class. Oh. My. God. I did not “nail” that pose. Not to mention the devastation you feel after finally lowering your body to the floor and being able to lay their briefly … only to have to FLING yourself back up into a plank and then a downward dog. It was like “Oh looky body we can finally lay down and sleep … NOPE!” Honestly, it was almost cruel. And then to lay in Shavasana for a few minutes with your eyes closed, only to have to sit back up and drove home! Oh. Heck. No. If they had thrown a blanket over me I would have slept there until morning
Well, I hope you all had a day where your realized that not everything is meant to go together!!!
I can get by with just a few hours of sleep, but I need at least a few. Three to four hours I can function on, no problem. But less than that is pushing it. The other night Reese had a fever and was coughing. It was such a rough night for her. Nothing seemed to make her feel better. I felt so bad for her! It’s miserable being that sick and watching your baby struggle through it is just heartbreaking. I think both of us had a total of about 90 minutes of broken sleep. Luckily her symptoms became much more manageable over the next 24 hours so she took LOTS of naps and slept soundly last night. She is still sick but seems to have recovered from the night of restlessness.
I, however, have not.
Clearly my recovery times from all-nighters are definitely not what they used to be. And now that I think about it, nor do the all-nighters look the same either. Not. At. All.
If I had to describe the way I feel, it would best be served by the word FATTENED. Like I’ve been squished by an unusually large (probably not earthly) object. Wait. I need two words. Drugged. I feel FLATTENED and DRUGGED. Yep. That sums up how I feel after pulling an all-nighter with my sick 6 year old. Have mercy.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you realize you can no longer party like a rock star!!!
OH PILLOW … Oh, how I have missed you!
Well, I hope you all had a day where you felt like you found a long lost friend!!!
Reese was awake and playful at 2 a.m. this morning. Oh dear lord. She did finally go back to sleep … I did not. I dozed for about 20 minutes here and there until about 6:30 when she was up for good … and so was I. All in all, I think I slept about four hours max. An ugly … broken … four.
Then I got to go to one of my favorite doctors appointments all year, ophthalmology. Um. No. Not really. My father died of a rare ocular melanoma so I am checked twice a year, once by my optometrist and the other by my ophthalmologist. Then once every other year my ophthalmologist does a big testing, including but not ever limited to, an eye ultrasound. Today was that day.
As if this day wasn’t fun enough, durning my ultrasound the machine was making an UN-GODLY high pitched sound … with my head in it. I expected dogs to come running. When I asked what the deal was with the machine the tech told me that it had been sent to Germany to be fixed and it returned doing that. Um … swell.
Anyway, with the lack of sleep I ended up with a mild headache. This is not uncommon for me, but adding in the high pitch tone (seriously, it could have woken dead dogs) and the light sensitivity from my eyes being dilated (not to mention the FLIPPEN stress of all the tests) it made for a fairly miserable morning for me. Big sigh …
Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t feel like your head is going to explode!!!