Sunday, August 28, 2011

Day 691



I am someone that needs a lot of sleep. I get a bit a lot grumpy if I'm deprived.  But I am also someone who finds it impossible to sleep-in (unless you regard 7am as a sleep-in).  A set of new block-out curtains helped for a while, but then my body clock took over and trumped the block-out curtains rendering them useless against my apparent crazy need to seize the day.

I have found over the years that if I don't get at least 8, 9 or 10 hours sleep every single night then all my strange little "symptoms" (headaches, fatigue, dizziness etc) get worse and I become a very cranky bear with a mighty sore head. So I go to bed early.  8.30-9.30 bedtime is common.

On Friday night Husband and I sat up, had a few drinks and watched a movie. We then watched some eps of some previously recorded TV shows and chatted. A lot.  It was close to midnight by the time I got to bed. Yet I was still awake at 6am.  I was starting to get a bit festy by mid afternoon - the heaviness of fatigue with combined lead weight set in - but there was no time for a sleep.  We had commitments.  Husband was off to the footy, I was off to a once-in-a-purple-moon-dinner outing with a friend (a purple moon is so much more rare than a blue one), and the kids were off to hang out with another family for a bit. So I showered, put my party face on, and got through til midnight again.  And here I am again, having woken up before 7am.  I am looking like a wild woman from Borneo (whatever that means) and I think I may have ingested her spirit as well.

I wish I could sleep some more.  But my mind won't let me.  So today is going to be a day spent close to home.  A bit of folding washing here, a bit of lying on the bed there, a bit of baking muffins here, a bit of sitting on the couch there, a bit of cleaning out the cubby house here, a bit of sitting on the deck reading a book there.  I'm definitely not going to Borneo, but I will try and dump the spirit throughout the day.  The grumbles aren't welcome here on a Sunday (a rule of my own creation). Sunday's are for smiling.

Sigh.

If you bloody well insist.




Happy Sunday!!! 


3 comments :

  1. and a happy Sunday to you too. I slept from 6.30am - 7am the other day. It was bliss and was obvioulsy needed, mostly I get by on 6 hours but am so much happier with a bit more.

    Mich x

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  2. Amen sister,
    If I'm not fed, watered and put to bed on time, I chart new territories of dangerous behavior!

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  3. I'm hearing you. Eight hours minimum for me, but my body clock would easily let me sleep in if the KIDS would just be quiet!!

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