so today . . . i needed a soda. NEEDED one. not in the normal, "oh, i wish i had a soda" kind of way. i needed one in the "if i don't get a soda in the next 15 minutes i am either going to be sick, have a headache, or fall over unconscious" kind of way. i blame the federal tax system...
yes, it is tax time once again. and once again, i was compiling tax information at the last minute. last night was the last minute, because rollie had a tax appointment this morning with h & r block. i've known about this appointment for a week. in fact, i am the one who reminded him that time was running out, and he needed to make time for an appointment. i said this last tuesday. i even said that if he could get an appointment for friday, i would have the information ready. and i would have. it just would have meant that i didn't get much sleep thursday night instead of last night.
my friend wendy can't understand why it takes me so long to prepare for taxes, since i am not even the one who fills out the forms. i think she thinks i do it just so i have an excuse to whine. i do whine. sometimes. but when it comes to preparing the taxes, i have reason to whine.
the main reason is my ability to procrastinate. it doesn't matter whether we make our tax appointment for february 1st or april 10th--whenever it is, i will start preparing early, then decide i have plenty of time, and then end up staying up all night to get it done at the eleventh hour. i wish it weren't so, but it is.
part of the problem is our house in oregon. because we lived there such a short time and now we rent it, we have to itemize our deductions. which opens up another can of worms...
...receipts. to itemize, one has to have receipts. and boy do i have them! the problem is that, while i have file folders for everything, receipts do not always make it into their designated folder. which results in me running around the house, looking in every possible hiding place so that i don't miss any. which inevitably i do. every single year when i am dealing with the mountain of receipts, i will find some from the previous year that somehow evaded detection before. i hate this! it means my tax preparation wasn't perfect, which really annoys the ocd part of my brain!!
and then there is the sales tax deduction. wendy lives in oregon, where they don't have sales tax. at all. 0%!!! so she doesn't understand the sales tax deduction. but if i am going to itemize my deductions, i want to get all i can! this means saving all the receipts every time we buy something... every. single. receipt. and then, i have to somehow organize them so that i can add up all the sales tax we paid. every. single. penny. so i have a system... and the system works pretty well, once i get all the receipts collected. but that is the problem. our system is, at the end of the day we put all the receipts for the day in a file folder in the kitchen. which works great for the first six or seven months of the year. but then as the file folder gets fuller and fuller, we start stacking them, neatly at first, on the edge of the kitchen counter. even that works pretty well, because i sort them out every couple of weeks and stuff them into the folder. the problem is with the receipts that escape...
you know the ones. these are the receipts for the shoes i am not sure i am going to keep until i walk around the house in them a little bit. or the ones for the eighth black sweater i bought, which i didn't really need, but it was on sale soooo cheap, and i forgot i had another one almost like it, but it was soooo cheap! so i leave the receipt in the bag, so i can find it if i have to return the shoes. or the sweater. but then when i decide to keep the shoes (or the sweater,) i don't always remember to take the receipt out of the bag... and then there are the car repairs that are filed in the car file, but which have sales tax added. so i have to look through the car files, just in case we had any repairs done, and then copy the receipts, so i can leave the original in the car file and put one with the taxes.
and then there are the receipts for the stuff we bought online. because those receipts sometimes get overlooked and get filed with warranty information, or stuffed in a drawer, or left on a dresser.
and THEN there are the really confusing receipts for anything we bought while we were in oregon on vacation or at christmastime, because those receipts don't have any sales tax on them. at all. but, out of habit, i save them anyway...
last night this was all further compounded by the mess of medical receipts we had. i thought i had them all. i organized them, added everything up, filled out the form on my computer that i use to keep track of stuff, printed it out, and set it aside for rollie. yay! this was the first task i finished last night. and then, when i started on the sales tax receipts, i found three more medical receipts. so i added them in, reprinted the form, set everything aside again, and went back to the sales tax receipts. and then i found two more medical receipts...
this happened four times. four.
and i am not even going to take time to tell you what i have to do to get credit for all our charitable deductions...
at 7:00 i thought i might finish up by 10:00. at 10:00 i was hoping for midnight. at midnight, i thought i might still be able to function today if i was in bed, asleep, by 2:00. at 3:30 rollie came downstairs and asked if i was going to go to bed at all. i said i wasn't sure, because i HAD to get finished. there was no grace period--i was in the grace period. at 430 a.m. i finally shut my computer off, put the last of the information on the table for rollie, and went to bed...
... and laid there, looking at the ceiling, not falling asleep. i mentally picked out my clothes for school. i thought about how tired i was going to be. i wondered what i would have for lunch. i was afraid i might wake up with a headache. i worried my alarm wouldn't go off, and rollie would think i had decided not to go to work and wouldn't wake me up either. i counted backwards, slowly, which always works! but i kept getting distracted by other thoughts...
apparently i eventually fell asleep, because i did have to drag myself back to consciousness this morning, throw on some clothes, and go to work. i made it through the morning pretty well--a little dragged out, but no headache! and then, at 11:30, i hit the wall. which is where i started this post--i NEEDED a soda...
thankfully my break came at ll:45, so i raced to 7-11 to get a big gulp. a BIG one. i careened into the parking lot, ran into the store, and headed for the soda machine--only to come to a screeching halt!
the front was off the soda machine and there was a guy in a uniform playing with wires...
oh nonononononono!! this could not be happening! i only had a 15 minute break, and i had already spent five minutes of it getting to 7-11! there were no other options, and if i didn't get a soda, well, i did not want to find out what the consequences would be.
i just stopped and looked at the guy. he continued to play with the wires. he totally ignored me!! but i was a desperate woman in need of caffeine, sugar, and carbs (oh yeah, i planned to get a brownie too. duh!) so i said, "excuse me, but is the machine broken?!?!? and how long is it going to take you to fix it, because i really, really need a soda today and i only have 15 minutes." he looked at me, and backed away, just slightly. "no," he said, "the soda dispenser works. there is just something wrong with the lights." "oh good!" i said, "then i can get a soda?" "yeees," he said, and backed away a little more. i grabbed a big gulp cup and started filling it. when it was almost full, i realized i hadn't put any ice in it!
i occasionally forget to put ice in my fountain drink, especially if i am in a hurry. and once the cup is more than half full, you can't put any in or the soda splashes all over the place. i have found that i can dispense a few cubes into my hand and then drop them into the cup... but the guy working on the machine was already looking at me like he thought i was a little unstable--i don't know why, i had been perfectly polite--but i decided to forgo the ice today anyway...
i got my brownie, added a bag of crunchy cheetos (to compensate for pain and suffering,) and zipped back to school.
the good news is, i found that the perfect anecdote for severe lack of sleep is the amount of sugar, caffeine, and carbs found in a brownie, a big gulp, and a bag of cheetos.
the bad news is, i almost didn't pick up the cheetos...
Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts
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Monday, April 11, 2011
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
ah, college life . . .
so today . . . it occurred to me that perhaps i should blog . . .
i haven't blogged since sunday night. i meant to, but i have been kind of busy . . . sleeping. i didn't realize how tired i was until i ended up in a dorm room with no tv and nothing i had to do . . .
i brought plenty of stuff to keep me busy. i thought rollie would be tied up in meetings most of the time we were here, so i brought music to evaluate, photos to organize and sort, books to read, photoshop to learn, snacks to eat. i was ready!
after packing the trunk like a jigsaw puzzle, we drove to san diego with the top down on the car. the weather was beautiful--for about half an hour. then there were clouds. lots and lots of clouds. so we just turned the heat on and the music up and kept driving. actually the plan was for me to drive first (because it was fun!) stop for lunch, and then rollie would drive the rest of the way in. but i kept missing the exits with food--probably because i was driving in the far left lane. by the time we reached our destination, i was starving! we still didn't stop for food though, because we needed to get through registration for the conference. and when we registered, we found out that dinner was going to be served about an hour later. i wasn't sure i could survive another hour without food--i hadn't eaten since breakfast! but thankfully i found the campus snack store and snagged a bag of chips. i was so hungry, i noticed later that i had ripped open the bag from the bottom. luckily i scarfed them all down so quickly that the bag never left my hands . . .
we finally found our room, after sidetracking a couple of runners and blocking traffic while they gave us directions. we hauled all our stuff into our room (which has an ocean view--once you look past the parking lot and the dumpsters,) and went to dinner.
i LOVE eating college food. i loved it when i was in college (even though everyone else complained,) and i love it here. there are so many choices, and you can eat as much as you want. there are sandwiches and salad and cheeseburgers and pizza and ice cream at every meal! and also a variety of pastas and ethnic foods and a vegetarian dish too. and it all tastes good! of course, i eat a lot of fast food, so maybe my taste buds are somewhat torqued.
when we had eaten our fill of cheeseburgers and ice cream, we came back to our room. i logged onto the internet, caught up on facebook and thought about blogging, but my eyes were resistant to anything that required them to be open.
i was in bed by 9:00. and sleep was not far behind. i slept late the next morning, and was asleep last night by 10:00!
(i know my mother is probably the only one who cares about how much sleep i get--for the rest of you, that information was just a bonus :) )
as it turns out, rollie hasn't been quite as tied up as i thought he would be. and we have been spending some time with friends that we rarely get to see. so i haven't read one sentence in a book, looked at one file of photos, organized any music, or opened photoshop. it seems all i do is sleep and eat and hang out with my friends . . .
. . . just like being in college :)
i haven't blogged since sunday night. i meant to, but i have been kind of busy . . . sleeping. i didn't realize how tired i was until i ended up in a dorm room with no tv and nothing i had to do . . .
i brought plenty of stuff to keep me busy. i thought rollie would be tied up in meetings most of the time we were here, so i brought music to evaluate, photos to organize and sort, books to read, photoshop to learn, snacks to eat. i was ready!
after packing the trunk like a jigsaw puzzle, we drove to san diego with the top down on the car. the weather was beautiful--for about half an hour. then there were clouds. lots and lots of clouds. so we just turned the heat on and the music up and kept driving. actually the plan was for me to drive first (because it was fun!) stop for lunch, and then rollie would drive the rest of the way in. but i kept missing the exits with food--probably because i was driving in the far left lane. by the time we reached our destination, i was starving! we still didn't stop for food though, because we needed to get through registration for the conference. and when we registered, we found out that dinner was going to be served about an hour later. i wasn't sure i could survive another hour without food--i hadn't eaten since breakfast! but thankfully i found the campus snack store and snagged a bag of chips. i was so hungry, i noticed later that i had ripped open the bag from the bottom. luckily i scarfed them all down so quickly that the bag never left my hands . . .
we finally found our room, after sidetracking a couple of runners and blocking traffic while they gave us directions. we hauled all our stuff into our room (which has an ocean view--once you look past the parking lot and the dumpsters,) and went to dinner.
i LOVE eating college food. i loved it when i was in college (even though everyone else complained,) and i love it here. there are so many choices, and you can eat as much as you want. there are sandwiches and salad and cheeseburgers and pizza and ice cream at every meal! and also a variety of pastas and ethnic foods and a vegetarian dish too. and it all tastes good! of course, i eat a lot of fast food, so maybe my taste buds are somewhat torqued.
when we had eaten our fill of cheeseburgers and ice cream, we came back to our room. i logged onto the internet, caught up on facebook and thought about blogging, but my eyes were resistant to anything that required them to be open.
i was in bed by 9:00. and sleep was not far behind. i slept late the next morning, and was asleep last night by 10:00!
(i know my mother is probably the only one who cares about how much sleep i get--for the rest of you, that information was just a bonus :) )
as it turns out, rollie hasn't been quite as tied up as i thought he would be. and we have been spending some time with friends that we rarely get to see. so i haven't read one sentence in a book, looked at one file of photos, organized any music, or opened photoshop. it seems all i do is sleep and eat and hang out with my friends . . .
. . . just like being in college :)
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
tired of waiting . . .
so today . . . i tried to blog. really, i did. but i wanted to use some video, and it is taking FOREVER to download. i don't know if the problem is the internet or blogger or my computer or the size of the file. rollie took the video with his slick little pocket-sized video camera, but it records in high-definition. and since it CAN record in high-def, i am pretty sure that he did. because, you know, why would you record in a lower resolution when you have the capabilty to record in high-def. in your pocket! so it may be the size of the file that is taking so long . . .
but it is really late, and i am soooo tired. i even fell asleep today at school. after the kids had their rest time, my four little kindergarteners were playing with legos, and i just couldn't keep my eyes open any longer! so i leaned my head back against the wall, and took a little catnap. the kids were so funny. when they saw me with my eyes shut, they got very quiet . . . and then without moving or opening my eyes, i said, "i'm not asleep. i'm just resting my eyes." they were so surprised that chaos ensued for the next couple of minutes. (and for those of you who are worried, no, i didn't really sleep. but it sure felt good to close my eyes for ten minutes or so . . . )
so today's blog is not going to appear today, because i cannot stay awake any longer waiting for those crazy videos to load. i am going to sleep. but i will keep trying to make it work.
maybe they will be done by tomorrow. or thursday.
ah, technology. some days i love it. some days i want to rip it's face off. today, i am not loving it, so i leave you to draw your own conclusions . . .
but it is really late, and i am soooo tired. i even fell asleep today at school. after the kids had their rest time, my four little kindergarteners were playing with legos, and i just couldn't keep my eyes open any longer! so i leaned my head back against the wall, and took a little catnap. the kids were so funny. when they saw me with my eyes shut, they got very quiet . . . and then without moving or opening my eyes, i said, "i'm not asleep. i'm just resting my eyes." they were so surprised that chaos ensued for the next couple of minutes. (and for those of you who are worried, no, i didn't really sleep. but it sure felt good to close my eyes for ten minutes or so . . . )
so today's blog is not going to appear today, because i cannot stay awake any longer waiting for those crazy videos to load. i am going to sleep. but i will keep trying to make it work.
maybe they will be done by tomorrow. or thursday.
ah, technology. some days i love it. some days i want to rip it's face off. today, i am not loving it, so i leave you to draw your own conclusions . . .
Saturday, November 21, 2009
sleeping in~
so today . . . i planned to sleep in. i woke up at 6:42. a.m.
i've been kind of sick since the middle of september. i've been to see three different doctors. i've taken five different kinds of medications. i've kept warm. and still i cough. the one thing i haven't done is rest. so that was my plan for the weekend, and rollie decided i should start doing it today. he called me in sick last night, and then said, "tomorrow you are going to sleep."
so i did--at least, i tried.
at 6:42 this morning my brain started humming. i laid there thinking, "go back to sleep, go back to sleep, i wonder what time it is, no, wait, go back to sleep . . . " finally, just to shut my brain up, i looked at the clock.
let me just say that on a normal school day i set my alarm for 7:00 and am not able to pry my eyes open until usually 7:20 at which time i drag myself to the shower, throw myself under the water for 10 minutes, and then race around trying to dry my hair, dress myself, dust my face with makeup, grab something that can be eaten with one hand for breakfast, and fly out the door, hoping against hope that i will beat the time clock. and all the while this is going on, my brain is saying, "just a little bit more sleep . . . "
but today, when i could have slept until noon, my brain woke me up at 6:42 a.m.
determined to take advantage of this sick day, i snapped my eyes shut after their brief glance at the clock. i thought restful thoughts. i counted backwards from 100. i started to go to my happy place, and then i felt a dog start slowly creeping up toward my head. i knew what that meant--it meant that any moment milo was going to start licking my face. still trying to stay in the sleep zone, i decided that my best defense was a good offense, so i grabbed milo with the intent to pull him up next to me and nestle him in beside me, facing away from me but with all four feet in the air, allowing me to mindlessly pet his stomach, which i knew would put him right back to sleep. i'm sure this would have worked.
except it wasn't milo--it was mia. all 35 pounds of her.
it was impossible to nestle her medium sized body next to me in the recliner, and besides, mia wouldn't be caught dead laying on her back with all four feet in the air. however, she would apparently not mind climbing onto my prone body, putting one front paw on each side of my head, and licking me until i woke up. which is what she did when i briefly opened my eyes to see why i couldn't move milo . . .
just keep your eyes closed. she will stop in a minute, and you can go back to sleep. don't open your eyes. don't open your eyes. she's a dog. she can't tell you aren't really asleep . . .
without the encouragement of my open eyes, mia soon decided i was a lost cause and figured out her own way to snuggle in next to me. this sounds cute, but i knew that her real agenda was claiming me as her territory before milo showed his fat little face.
we settled in, and i started drifting off, and then mia woofed. it was a soft woof, but i knew something was about to happen. and sure enough, it wasn't long before milo was in my face. i kept my eyes closed, thinking that maybe he would wiggle in to a spot and we could all go back to sleep. which he did. so i started thinking sleepy thoughts once again and was headed toward unconsciousness . . .
and then one of the neighbors started revving the engine on their car. over and over and over again. mia, ever on alert, jumped up and started barking. so milo jumped up and started barking. and then they started barking at each other. and then the "fight" was on to determine who really owned mommy and the chair and the fuzzy blanket . . .
i got up and headed for the kitchen and some hot water for peppermint tea.
some days the odds are just against me . . .
i've been kind of sick since the middle of september. i've been to see three different doctors. i've taken five different kinds of medications. i've kept warm. and still i cough. the one thing i haven't done is rest. so that was my plan for the weekend, and rollie decided i should start doing it today. he called me in sick last night, and then said, "tomorrow you are going to sleep."
so i did--at least, i tried.
at 6:42 this morning my brain started humming. i laid there thinking, "go back to sleep, go back to sleep, i wonder what time it is, no, wait, go back to sleep . . . " finally, just to shut my brain up, i looked at the clock.
let me just say that on a normal school day i set my alarm for 7:00 and am not able to pry my eyes open until usually 7:20 at which time i drag myself to the shower, throw myself under the water for 10 minutes, and then race around trying to dry my hair, dress myself, dust my face with makeup, grab something that can be eaten with one hand for breakfast, and fly out the door, hoping against hope that i will beat the time clock. and all the while this is going on, my brain is saying, "just a little bit more sleep . . . "
but today, when i could have slept until noon, my brain woke me up at 6:42 a.m.
determined to take advantage of this sick day, i snapped my eyes shut after their brief glance at the clock. i thought restful thoughts. i counted backwards from 100. i started to go to my happy place, and then i felt a dog start slowly creeping up toward my head. i knew what that meant--it meant that any moment milo was going to start licking my face. still trying to stay in the sleep zone, i decided that my best defense was a good offense, so i grabbed milo with the intent to pull him up next to me and nestle him in beside me, facing away from me but with all four feet in the air, allowing me to mindlessly pet his stomach, which i knew would put him right back to sleep. i'm sure this would have worked.
except it wasn't milo--it was mia. all 35 pounds of her.
it was impossible to nestle her medium sized body next to me in the recliner, and besides, mia wouldn't be caught dead laying on her back with all four feet in the air. however, she would apparently not mind climbing onto my prone body, putting one front paw on each side of my head, and licking me until i woke up. which is what she did when i briefly opened my eyes to see why i couldn't move milo . . .
just keep your eyes closed. she will stop in a minute, and you can go back to sleep. don't open your eyes. don't open your eyes. she's a dog. she can't tell you aren't really asleep . . .
without the encouragement of my open eyes, mia soon decided i was a lost cause and figured out her own way to snuggle in next to me. this sounds cute, but i knew that her real agenda was claiming me as her territory before milo showed his fat little face.
we settled in, and i started drifting off, and then mia woofed. it was a soft woof, but i knew something was about to happen. and sure enough, it wasn't long before milo was in my face. i kept my eyes closed, thinking that maybe he would wiggle in to a spot and we could all go back to sleep. which he did. so i started thinking sleepy thoughts once again and was headed toward unconsciousness . . .
and then one of the neighbors started revving the engine on their car. over and over and over again. mia, ever on alert, jumped up and started barking. so milo jumped up and started barking. and then they started barking at each other. and then the "fight" was on to determine who really owned mommy and the chair and the fuzzy blanket . . .
i got up and headed for the kitchen and some hot water for peppermint tea.
some days the odds are just against me . . .
Monday, September 7, 2009
to sleep? or not to sleep?
so today . . . i woke up at 9:00.
i know that is not earth shattering information--probably most of you wake up much earlier than that on a regular basis. but the problem is, i thought it was 10:30.
when i am on summer vacation, i stay up late--really late, like 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. late. or would that be early . . . ? i don't know. and then i sleep until about 10:30 the next morning. that is just my summer schedule. so when school starts in the fall, adjustments must be made.
my plan is always to start creeping my bedtime forward in august so that i am back to a normal schedule by september. this never happens. ever. and then the week before school, i think, "YIKES! i have to start going to bed earlier!" but at the same time, i realize it is my last week of summer vacation, and so either i spend it doing all the fun things i didn't get done earlier, or all the work i didn't get done earlier, or recovering from all the work and fun i did do earlier. which means i stay up even later!
this year was unique, because i had to start school before labor day--this has never happened to me before. so i spent the last couple of weeks of august in denial (meaning staying up late and pretending the summer wasn't ending,) and started my new school year tired. and spent the whole first week in that state. which is ok, because i had a long weekend coming up . . . and my plan for that weekend included lots and lots of sleeping.
saturday i had stuff to do, some of it outside, and it was getting HOT. so i knew i couldn't spend the whole morning sleeping. sunday morning i had band rehearsal early, and then church. that left this morning for my last opportunity to decrease my sleep deficit.
the stage was set. my alarm was off (oh, did i forget to tell you that yesterday i left my school alarm on? it went off 30 minutes earlier than i needed to get up on sunday morning. but it took me a long time to shut it off, because on sunday morning i use my phone alarm. and i kept punching and poking the screen on my phone and the stupid alarm would not shut off!! because it was not my phone alarm--it was my clock--a half hour early. sigh.) ok, BOTH my alarms were off. rollie was up and out. he had taken the dogs with him so they wouldn't bother me. i should have been in blissful slumber until nearly noon.
and then, i turned over toward the clock. my brain was slightly awake, but my eyes were still shut. my brain thought, "you should look at the clock." my eyes said no. my eyes are smarter than my brain. they knew that if i looked at the time, that would be it--i would not be able to go back to sleep. my brain said, "but diandra is out of town and you turned off your cell phone, and what if she tries to call or text?" my eyes said she could just leave a message--i needed to sleep. my brain was horrified at that, and forced my eyes open.
my clock said 10:28.
ok, but remember what i said about the time on my clock? it is not the right time. and i wasn't awake enough to do the math to find the correct time. but i figured it was still probably 10:00, and i should probably get up. my eyes were not happy with my brain! so i laid there for a while longer, until the dogs discovered i was not sleeping (i don't know how they can tell that--my eyes were still closed!) it soon became pointless to stay in bed--there was too much commotion. so i got up, got dressed and headed downstairs wondering whether i should eat breakfast or lunch. it was, after all nearly noon by then . . .
only it wasn't. it was 9:30. i'm not kidding you!! i'm not quite sure how it happened. i must have read the time wrong on my clock. or maybe my brain tricked my eyes. but there i was. up. and dressed. and thinking i should choose breakfast over lunch, since it was only 9:30 in the morning!!!!
it was strange--my whole day was skewed. every time i looked at the clock it was 2 hours earlier than i felt like it should be. i got quite a bit done before we ate lunch at 2:00. but after lunch i was feeling my early morning. and since my plan for the weekend was sleep, i took a nap. it must have compensated for my early rising, because when i woke up, it felt like the planets were all in alignment once again.
now, if i can just get to bed early tonight. but first i have to pack my gym bag (yes, my plan is to hit the gym tomorrow,) get my school stuff ready to go, and go pick diandra up from the airport. her plane lands at 9:48. somehow, i don't think "early" is in my future. maybe i should shoot for "before midnight."
i know that is not earth shattering information--probably most of you wake up much earlier than that on a regular basis. but the problem is, i thought it was 10:30.
when i am on summer vacation, i stay up late--really late, like 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. late. or would that be early . . . ? i don't know. and then i sleep until about 10:30 the next morning. that is just my summer schedule. so when school starts in the fall, adjustments must be made.
my plan is always to start creeping my bedtime forward in august so that i am back to a normal schedule by september. this never happens. ever. and then the week before school, i think, "YIKES! i have to start going to bed earlier!" but at the same time, i realize it is my last week of summer vacation, and so either i spend it doing all the fun things i didn't get done earlier, or all the work i didn't get done earlier, or recovering from all the work and fun i did do earlier. which means i stay up even later!
this year was unique, because i had to start school before labor day--this has never happened to me before. so i spent the last couple of weeks of august in denial (meaning staying up late and pretending the summer wasn't ending,) and started my new school year tired. and spent the whole first week in that state. which is ok, because i had a long weekend coming up . . . and my plan for that weekend included lots and lots of sleeping.
saturday i had stuff to do, some of it outside, and it was getting HOT. so i knew i couldn't spend the whole morning sleeping. sunday morning i had band rehearsal early, and then church. that left this morning for my last opportunity to decrease my sleep deficit.
the stage was set. my alarm was off (oh, did i forget to tell you that yesterday i left my school alarm on? it went off 30 minutes earlier than i needed to get up on sunday morning. but it took me a long time to shut it off, because on sunday morning i use my phone alarm. and i kept punching and poking the screen on my phone and the stupid alarm would not shut off!! because it was not my phone alarm--it was my clock--a half hour early. sigh.) ok, BOTH my alarms were off. rollie was up and out. he had taken the dogs with him so they wouldn't bother me. i should have been in blissful slumber until nearly noon.
and then, i turned over toward the clock. my brain was slightly awake, but my eyes were still shut. my brain thought, "you should look at the clock." my eyes said no. my eyes are smarter than my brain. they knew that if i looked at the time, that would be it--i would not be able to go back to sleep. my brain said, "but diandra is out of town and you turned off your cell phone, and what if she tries to call or text?" my eyes said she could just leave a message--i needed to sleep. my brain was horrified at that, and forced my eyes open.
my clock said 10:28.
ok, but remember what i said about the time on my clock? it is not the right time. and i wasn't awake enough to do the math to find the correct time. but i figured it was still probably 10:00, and i should probably get up. my eyes were not happy with my brain! so i laid there for a while longer, until the dogs discovered i was not sleeping (i don't know how they can tell that--my eyes were still closed!) it soon became pointless to stay in bed--there was too much commotion. so i got up, got dressed and headed downstairs wondering whether i should eat breakfast or lunch. it was, after all nearly noon by then . . .
only it wasn't. it was 9:30. i'm not kidding you!! i'm not quite sure how it happened. i must have read the time wrong on my clock. or maybe my brain tricked my eyes. but there i was. up. and dressed. and thinking i should choose breakfast over lunch, since it was only 9:30 in the morning!!!!
it was strange--my whole day was skewed. every time i looked at the clock it was 2 hours earlier than i felt like it should be. i got quite a bit done before we ate lunch at 2:00. but after lunch i was feeling my early morning. and since my plan for the weekend was sleep, i took a nap. it must have compensated for my early rising, because when i woke up, it felt like the planets were all in alignment once again.
now, if i can just get to bed early tonight. but first i have to pack my gym bag (yes, my plan is to hit the gym tomorrow,) get my school stuff ready to go, and go pick diandra up from the airport. her plane lands at 9:48. somehow, i don't think "early" is in my future. maybe i should shoot for "before midnight."
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