I want to sleep for a year. That's not really too much to ask, is it? Just get in bed right now, wake up sometime next summer? Hell, Rip Van Winkle slept for 20 years, all I'm asking for is one. What's that you say? He's a character in a fairy tale? Not real at all? You're sure? And I'd miss my wedding? Well, never mind then.
I really do need some sleep pretty badly, though. I'm totally falling asleep at my desk right now. I'm really looking forward to the three day weekend, because that leaves one day that I don't have to get up at the crack of dawn. Champions fit is at 6:35 Saturday morning...it just keeps getting earlier. I'm halfway hoping it rains so I can talk myself out of going. I know--BAD. But that's so, soooo early. I don't even get up that early to go to work.
I know what you're thinking..."if you're so tired, why don't you go to bed earlier, Joy?" I've been wondering the same thing lately. The short answer is that I just can't. I'm not built that way. The only time I've ever been able to go to sleep before 10 is when I've run myself so ragged that I pass out at, like, 4 in the afternoon. I'm headed for that now, I think. I haven't had a full night's sleep in 2-3 months, probably.
I'm just bone tired, kids. I'm so tired, nothing sounds good to me anymore. I can't get into anything. Work? Who cares. Exercise? Later. Pint of ice cream while sitting on the couch doing word puzzles? Bring it on! (But that's BAD.)
I want my house to be clean. I want my wedding to be planned. I want my routine back. And I want to sleep. For a year.
Is that so much to ask? Hell, Rip Van--what? I did this bit already? Well, never mind then.
Posted by Joy at August 28, 2003 02:02 PM