It’s not possible for me to be the only person in this world who is absolutely exhausted, there’s no way. I’m just plain tired, and it seems like I can never crawl into bed at a decent hour. There’s just so much to do and so much going on that I don’t bother even thinking about sleep until it’s past the time when I could have claimed the magic 8 hours. Now, I have heard that 6 hours of sleep is acceptable, in which case, I might be okay, most days, but I believe I’m still playing catch up. You see, dear readers, I can be the queen of all procrastination sometimes, and completely on the ball other times.
Last week, I had to have a powerpoint presentation together for my amazing graduate program on Thursday, so - rather than plan ahead and work on portions throughout the week, I go balls to the wall on Wednesday night, working ’til approximately 2:30am because that’s how I roll. Needless to say, I was completely worthless Thursday, even though I had to present and train at work, and then present in class as well. Now, that’s also the overachiever in me screaming to be acknowledged. Apparently I enjoy pushing myself to a meltdown. I don’t know - I’ll save the psychoanalyzation for later. After class, I felt the need to feed 6 hungry souls with food I had prepared because, again, I just don’t know when to quit. That night I must have gotten about 7 hours of sleep. That’s pretty good, I guess.
Flash over to Saturday, what most would consider to be a good day to catch up on zzzz’s that one may have forgotten during the week. NOOOOOO, yet again, I completely ignore the fact that I have become zombie-like and a crank-monster, and I mean that in the best way possible….. My lovely women’s team was entered in a tournament about an hour south of Charlotte, first game at noon. We met up around 10, got to the park around 11, and proceeded to play/wait/play/wait/play until 4:21am. I know this because I looked at my phone just as the last game was over. Needless to say, I was not a happy girl, and we still had an hour to get home. Hitting the bed at 5:30am on Sunday morning generally means a fun night of drunken debauchery has just transpired - and I may be getting lucky, but not this time, to my chagrine. No - this lucky lady did NOT get the opportunity to sleep Sunday away, and I still, to this day, Wednesday, have not enjoyed a full 8 hours of sleep YET.
I’m starting to think it’s just not going to happen, and that causes me to think that it’s not meant to happen. I think sleep expectations are way overrated and that we, as human beings, need to admit to it. Power naps are the way to go. Heck, if we could sleep with our eyes open and fingers typing we would be GOLDEN….. Hmmmm, how can I make that one happen????
