Whoops. I did it. I hit the “New Post” button without a thought in my head and here you are, blank blog page, staring at me.
There’s not a thought in my head because I was busy being a mother last night…’til it became today. I am now on four hours’ sleep. For those of you who regularly function on four hours’ sleep: WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING WITH ALL THAT EXTRA TIME? God bless you for being so blessed. Wait. That doesn’t make sense.
I need more than four hours’ sleep. At this very moment, I think I need at least four hours and one minute worth of sleep. ANYTHING!
My brain does not function normally, er, productively on four hours’ sleep. It never has. Ever. It never will. NEVER. NEVER. NEVER. I can not change this fact. I don’t know the science behind it. Actually, I probably do, but I’m TOO TIRED to search my brain files to extract it and make peace with it.
And why is it when you are sooooo tired you can not fall asleep? My eyes are heavy all the way to the point when I lie down and close them. Cruelty.
It isn’t the four hours that’s the problem. It’s the less than eight hours. Yes. I’ve said it. I need eight hours of sleep. Don’t attack me because I sleep eight hours. I hate it when people’s eyes get all shocked-big when I say I need that many hours of sleep. My body must have eight in order to function. Others can get away with the four, as mentioned earlier. There’s science to it I think. Honest!
Anything less than eight and I wake up with a sour stomach and a leash around my neck being pulled – heaved really – by my bedpost. I will not be happy. I can’t make a logical decision. I won’t recover no matter how long I nap. I surrender the day completely.
To what did I surrender this day? A teenager’s wishes! Yes, the middle teen wanted to do something that required adult chauffeuring and I agreed. Oh, it was the proper mother thing to do I know. But, about an hour before finally hitting the bed, mother was crabby and regretting agreeing to this circumstance. Mother was ready to abandon her offspring. THEN, the child dared to ask for MORE from mother! Can I do xxx and can you take me to yyy. All I was thinking was zzz.
That worked out pretty well in the story just now.
Going to pretend like I’m sleeping.
Why do I do these things?