November 10, 2009 by Marj Hatzell
Thanks to Daylight Savings coming to an end, I have been getting very little sleep around these parts. Bugaboo has difficulty with any sort of change in his routine, and just putting the clocks back an hour (at which time most people get an extra hour. N.O.T.) is enough to send him into a tail spin. Combine that with an ear infection, bowel troubles and a chest cold and we’ve taken four steps back, my friends. This staying up until nine or ten and waking up at four thing has to go. And while five hours of sleep is enough for some people, I ain’t one of ’em. I need a solid eight just to function. I need that at least a week straight to feel human.
When I don’t get enough sleep, I am moody and cranky. I eat too much and eat too much of the wrong stuff. I can’t get the energy to climb up and down stairs. I sit and stare at the walls, knowing I should probably get some housework done. My feet feel like lead bricks, I can’t exercise (I get five minutes into it and I’m winded and get a headache, I’m so tired). I’m depressed, because I’m eating like crap and not exercising. I feel guilty because I’m snappy with the kids and dog. I am frustrated because I don’t have energy to do anything. This time of year is difficult enough for me (THANKS, SAD!).
I know, whine, whine, whine. Blah, blah, blah.
Same old story. I’m always complaining about my yard being muddy or my kid not sleeping or bowel issues or my wretched pets. And yet, people keep coming back to read this drivel. Either I’m writing something interesting, people read it out of pity or they are getting paid to come here. If it’s the latter, I need to get in on this fine deal because I’ll read boring crap if it involves getting paid. I’ll do just about anything to keep the Stay-at-home gig going for a little while longer, because it’s best for my kids that I’m available. You know, in case you are about to take a nap to catch up for the previous night’s lack of sleep and kick off your shoes and the phone rings so you get it and it just happens to be your kid’s school, the one over an hour away? And you thought you had three hours to get a nap, get showered, fold clothes, do dishes and get dinner started before the first school dismissed and the second school dropped your kid off. But instead you have to go GET your kid because he’s been crying all day and they cannot figure out what his malfunction is so driving there and back takes up over two hours and when you get back from the road adventure he is bouncing off the walls (NO, BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS) And he’s miserable and breaking things and destructive and then when you pick up the other kid and your other young charges the kid you picked up sick might, say, climb on the roof of the minivan in the pick-up line and cause you to shriek for him to get down in front of everyone inducing dirty looks from pick-up mommies (because, you know, I let him climb out of his car seat and climb up there). And when you get home it’s more escaping, more hand-biting, more destruction and when he finally falls asleep (at the wrong time!) you sit down to read his Evaluation report for his upcoming IEP and read things like him being in the bottom 1% for his age in JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING.
This is why I need more sleep. So I have a faster reaction time and I’m more equipped to deal with things like car roof surfing, ceiling tile eating and obnoxious early morning waking.
And I know there are run-on sentences and missing punctuation and probably split infinitives and misspellings, and guess what? I cannot coherently write my name, so y’all are SOL.
And I’m starting a movement to abolish Daylight Savings Time. WHO’S WITH ME????