Eleven hours of sleep. Holy cow.
I decided to take a long four-day weekend (like many of you) over the Easter holiday and return to the blog writing business refreshed and energized. The problem with holiday weekends, though, is that they’re exhausting. And I never think they’re going to be. I always think that just because this weekend is a day or so longer than most I’ll be able to catch up on all kinds of tasks and errands and trek back and forth across the GTA (Greater Toronto Area) visiting and still wind up feeling reinvigorated.
So when I lay down beside my extremely high-strung and caffeinated three-year old last night, (who’s idea was it to promise Easter chocolate as an after dinner treat?), my plan had been to help him settle down and then put on a pot of coffee and write a thoughtful treatise on the role of religion in the family in this new millennium. Turns out we’re going to have to wait for that gem. (I’ve already mostly lost the precious thread that was unraveling in my writer’s mind during Good Friday service.) Because I instead closed my eyes and slept until midnight.
I then woke up in time to feed the baby and thought I might as well just keep sleeping and then wake really early in the morning and get to work. I was awoken twice more by my baby daughter before I finally shook the cobwebs out of my head and realized that I had been sleeping (on and off, but mostly on) for eleven frigging hours.
It’s now mid-morning and Young C is deep into the chocolate again and decidedly too young to understand, “Don’t bother Mommy while she’s working.” And whoa! Too young to get “Don’t throw big heavy books at your sister,” too, apparantly.
The really frustrating and stupid thing about eleven hours sleep is that you don’t even wake up feeling crisp and sharp. You wake up feeling like you’ve been drugged and you can’t quite focus. So not only have you lost three to seven hours of productive time, you’re your (really, really groggy) whole next morning is shot, too.
I’m banking on being able to keep the sleep hours lean for the rest of the week and finally get some stuff done around here.