I love sleep. My love affair with sleep began my sophomore year of college. Before then, I always woke up early. As a child at sleepovers, I would always take a book with me because I would wake up just before 7 a.m. and read/wait until my friend woke up at a normal time. (Being entirely too shy to just go out into my friend’s living room without her, of course.) This waking-up-early issue is the reason I’ve read all the Sweet Valley High and Babysitter’s Club books.
My sophomore year of college, I got mono. Since then, it is noticeable (via mood) if I haven’t gotten 8 hours of sleep. I would prefer 9. Actually, I would prefer 10.
And then I had a baby. And just like every mother in the history of mothers – I adjusted. Of course I do not get 8 hours of sleep. Especially uninterrupted sleep. But my body did not let me down and although there have been times that my mood betrayed the fact I hadn’t gotten enough sleep, for the most part, I’ve been okay. (At least, I think so.)
This past week, though, has been a little more difficult. My job has been beyond crazy. I have been fighting a cold. And my little boy had a very, very crazy night last night. I’m not sure what the deal was – but he was kind of nuts. The bottom line is — I am sleep writing right now.
I sleep drove to work this morning.
I sleep typed the news. Now, I’m sleep typing this.
I feel totally out of it. Driving to work this morning (which, for me, is 5 a.m.) there were a number of times that I realized I had gotten where I was going by autopilot alone. This, of course, has happened to me before. But today, it happened to me the entire way.
I couldn’t focus when I got in to work. I knew what story I wanted to lead with and I wrote it – but it was kind of on autopilot too. And I kept thinking I was forgetting something. I still haven’t figured out what it is.
Basically, I feel like my mind is mush.
I think the past four months caught up with me…today. Luckily, today is a holiday and thus, not a very typical, crazy Monday for me. Maybe my brain knows it’s a holiday and is refusing to work no matter what my schedule says. Smart brain.