Getting Slapped By 4 Months Of Not Sleeping.

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.

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