I’m having sleeping issues.
I’m a night person. I will admit to that. I like the quiet of everything around me, the totally free feeling of being the only person awake (alive), and I love to sleep in the morning sun like a cat.
Lately, however, I’ve been worse than usual. Nearly every night for the last two weeks, I’ve been awake until about three in the morning. A couple days, I went to sleep early, at one or two. Keep in mind that a few of those days, I had to get up at 5:30 AM for work. Well, okay, my alarm starts going off at 5, and then by 5:45, I finally drag myself into an upright position. Geez, that’s after six alarms on a nine minute snooze.
Sorry for the math there. The division there startled me.
Anyway, the problem isn’t so much that I’ve been staying up so late, even when I have to get up early, or that I have been getting up around ten or eleven on days I don’t have to be up early. No, my weird problem is that I haven’t been napping.
Now, I don’t nap like a normal person. Twenty minutes? Why bother? An hour? Just getting started. Two hours? If I only needed two hours of sleep, I wouldn’t be napping in the first place. No, for me, napping is often a six-hour affair that takes up the entirety of an evening, probably from five until eleven at night. Then I get up for a while, and probably crash again at three. It generally takes place when I have a few 7 AM shifts in a row and I have to sleep when I’m able or I’ll be trying to function with fifteen hours of sleep spread over about five days.
And I generally don’t have much of a choice about whether I nap or not on those days. I will fully pass out if I don’t go to bed. I’ll be idly sitting in my chair and suddenly it’s dark outside.
But not lately.
Today, for instance, I worked 7-2, and thought, what a lovely day to go home and stretch out in bed and take a nice luxurious, relaxing, rejuvenating nap. I thought about my bed and the comfy pillows and my uber-soft fleecy blanket. I thought about how all the soreness would just ease away, melt right into the mattress. And how I really didn’t have anything else I needed to do so desperately that I couldn’t blow off the rest of the day.
Well, except that while I was out, I should go to the fabric store. There has been a particular idea I’ve been toying with for a gift and I hadn’t yet found the perfect fabric for it. So I walked through the remnants and the clearance aisles, and spent about five dollars on a piece of fabric, three cameo and cabochon pendants, and a flower sprig. The clearance gods were kind to me today.
And also while I was out, I was craving (American) Chinese food. I might as well stop by and pick up supper, some nice cashew chicken which I crave like it’s the last chicken on earth. And the crab rangoon were so perky. So I got some takeout and watched a show on the dvr.
Nah, I should try out the things I got from the craft store, see how they look. I’ll just toy a few minutes.
Six pm rolls around and I’ve sewn a pillow and have another half-finished craft project on the table. I go to the bedroom then, because I can only sit in a chair for so long before my back tightens up. Play on the computer for two hours without a yawn, drowning out the Taylor Swift stuck in my head from work (she’s okay, but I don’t deliberately listen to her) with Norah Jones’ song Miriam (three repeats) before letting itunes move on to Offspring, Prince, Puddle of Mudd, and the Raconteurs.
And after a bunch of wasted time, hoping to feel like taking a nap, it is now nearly 11:30, and I’m not in the least bit tired. I might as well have been sleeping, though I did craft some, but the rest of it was spent watching television and playing games. Not writing or editing with the seven-plus hours I’ve been graced with alertness. Bah.
I’m sure dragging myself out of bed when the alarm goes off tomorrow will be utter alcohol-free hangover-time.