Only 9:30 A.M. and I Need a Nap

I am still trying to recover from my my 4:00 A.M. bedtime followed by a couple of early mornings and another late evening.

Last night I was up until almost 1:30 A.M. and I was up at 7:15 A.M. this morning.  

I made homemade from scratch buttermilk biscuits for breakfast and now I really do just want to collapse on the couch and sleep.

Maybe I can sneak in a nap this afternoon. 

Sleep Deprived Day

I did not get a lot of sleep last night, which made for a very rough day at work. 

I was asleep before midnight, but woke up at 1:35 thinking things were just not right in the house.  I got up and went into the living portion of the house and found my oldest typing away on his homework.  I asked him if he was about done and he said yes, it was going well, it just took him a while to get the focus of the paper.  I up kissed him, told him I loved him, and try to get some sleep.

Back to bed I went.  I read a little while before being able to fall back to sleep.  

At 3:35 A.M. I woke up to itching on my right ring finger and my left shoulder.  It took me a minute before I realized I had huge welts in the places that were itching.  I laid there for a minute and then decided Benadryl spray was the only thing that would allow me to sleep again.  So up once more to go to the living area of the house, only once I opened the connecting door I noticed that the lights were still on in the man cave.  

I walked into the man cave and discovered my oldest in his chair, keyboard under his fingers, head back snoring really hard.  It took several shakes and a few yells to even get him to open his eyes part way.  A few more minutes passed before I got him to the state where he was awake enough to realize he was still working on his paper.  

When he was awake enough he asked me why I was up.  I showed him my welts and he helped me doctor them.  I then went to the couch to try to sleep a little more while the oldest worked.  I finally fell asleep and I don't know when the oldest went to bed.  

At 7:05 AM I woke up and did not hear any sounds in the house. My brain registers the fact that I did not hear the printer running this morning, which means the oldest did not get his homework ready to go.  I jumped up and went in to wake the oldest up and to tell him to print.  He has to be at class by 8, and it is at least a 20 minute drive.  Once he was up and running, I was able to get about 10 more minutes of sleep before getting up for work. 

I can't have too many nights like that this week because I have a very rough week at work ahead.

Exhaustion or Depression?

I was in bed by 11:00 P.M. last night and did not wake up until 10:40 A.M. 

I went to the early movie at 11:30 and was back home by 2:00 P.M.  

I had a light lunch and went to sleep on the couch by 3:00 P.M. and did not wake up until 8:00 P.M.  Now I am ready for bed again.  

I had to sit and think about whether or not I was sliding into depression again.  After Raymond died I slept all day for weeks.  As soon as the kids would go to school I would go back to sleep.  At first I decided it was because I had so little sleep in the last months of his life, then I decided it was depression.   Of course I didn't get to really deal with that depression for long because I had my mom to care for and then had to deal with her death.

I don't think I am depressed right now.  In fact I think I am in a pretty good place in my life.  I am probably just exhausted from all the nights I don't sleep.  

Whatever the cause, I think I will embrace the sleep for now.  It feels pretty good.  I may not be accomplishing very many things, but I think I will feel better in the end.

Goodnight.

So Groggy

The last thing I remember about last night is laying on the couch with "greenie" over my legs and talking to J on the phone and telling her I was getting groggy and hanging up.  I work up at 5 A.M. with the phone still in my hand and stiff from being all scrunched down to one end of the couch. 

I got up, straightened myself out and laid down to go right back to sleep. For this portion of my sleep I was out hard but with horrible dreams. 

Now I am so groggy I can't walk straight.  I need to get ready for PT but at this point I am afraid I will fall in the shower.  Guess I will go slap myself a few times.

Sleepy

I'm so sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppppppppppppppppy.

Can't Sleep

It is almost 1:00 A.M. and I am wide awake. 

I know I have to get up and go to work tomorrow, then drive up to get the youngest, plus I have a fun evening planned tomorrow night, but sleep does not seem to be coming my way tonight.

My mind keeps racing.  

"Will my friend ever be my "friend" again?  

"What is that strange spot that came up on my hand today? Looks like poison ivy but I wasn't outside."

"Why did I not accomplish more this week?"

"What do I want to cook next week for the company?" 

"Will the bank still take that check I found tonight?"  

"What can't I remember what you call that table out in the workshop?'  

The questions just keep coming, unfortunately, most of them I can't answer.  

There is no nap time tomorrow, so I need to get some sleep.

Rain, Rain, and More Rain

It is raining.  It has been raining since early afternoon and it is now after midnight. 

I don't have to go to work tomorrow so I was really looking forward to curling up in my bed with my Kindle2 under my quilt and sleeping late in the morning.  However, I think my night will be spent on the couch.

When I went in to go to bed, the septic alarm was going off.  It is still pouring down rain, and the alarm will not go off until the pump has been able to clear out the excess water.  The alarm is outside the bedroom windows so it makes it impossible for me to sleep on the bedroom side of the house.  Raymond could and the boys can sleep with that constant loud hum, but I cannot.  

Oh well, best laid plans.

Sleep Interrupted

This has not been a good week for me to get a full night's sleep without interruption.

Wednesday night my oldest went to a concert. I asked that he let me know when he was home. I went to bed around 11:30 p.m. and fell asleep almost immediately. He called at 12:30 a.m. to let me know the concert was over. I reminded him to let me know when he arrived home because he was still about an hour away from the house. When he arrived home at 1:30 a.m. he entered my bedroom by slamming the door open and saying very loudly in his deep voice "I'm home." Then he came and sat on my bed to tell me about the concert. He was radiating so much heat off his body that I immediately broke into a sweat. I told him I loved him, but he had to get out of my room before I had a heat stroke. It took an hour of the fan blowing on me before I could comfortable enough to get back to sleep. The next day I talked to both boys about the proper way to tell me they were home.

Friday morning I had to be up at 5:30 a.m. in stead of my usual 7:30 a.m. I tried to go to bed early on Thursday night, and even gave the oldest an 11:00 p.m. curfew so I would not be worried about him on the road until the wee hours. However, when the oldest came home, on time, he was upset and needed to talk so bedtime for me was after midnight and by then I too was upset and sleep did not come quickly. I got up at 5:30 a.m. and got the youngest off and to school by 6:30 a.m. for his concert trip, then I came back home and went back to bed. Since I don't have to be at work until 9:00 a.m. and I live so close to work, I decided I could sleep until 8:15 and still be on time. I should have just gone to work at 6:30 because the "nap" was full of nightmares and I felt sluggish and icky all day.

All of us were tired Friday night so we all went to bed around 11:30 p.m. deciding we would sleep very late on Saturday. I did not need to be any where until 1:00 p.m. so I set my alarm for 10:00 a.m. and fell into a deep sleep. The phone rang at 7:45 telling me my 1:00 p.m. was now 9:45 a.m. I went back to sleep until 8:15 a.m. but it was not the same.

Saturday night the youngest and I went to bed around 11:30 p.m. knowing we could sleep late Sunday. The oldest was out but we had set up rules earlier in the day as to how to let me know gently he was home. First he called me at 10:00 p.m. the time he thought his meeting would be over, but he informed me in the call that they had decided to end at midnight. He told me he loved me and goodnight then and he remembered the rules. When he came home around 1:00 a.m. he gently knocked on my door, opened it and said softly "I'm home." I acknowledged that I heard him and off he went. I fell right back into my sleep. It was wonderful.

At 3:30 I heard this deep voice over me saying "Mom, I'm sick." I was in such a sound sleep, I thought it was in my dream. It took several tries for the youngest (whose voice is deeper than his brother's) to wake me up to tell me that he had been up sick for a while, and he needed to know what medicine should he take.

I shook my head a few times and got up with the youngest, only to see that he had taken care of the preliminary things we usually do when one of them is sick. Together we set up the bucket by the couch, readied the couch for him to sleep on, and then I took the chair. I catnapped in the chair until the worse seemed over for him around 7:30 a.m., and then I went back to bed, hoping to sleep until about noon. Alas, noon turned into 10:00 a.m. when the church called for some information.

So now I am up, sluggish and looking forward to late this afternoon when I plan on taking a long nap.