Once again, woke up in the middle of the night and could not sleep for 2-3 hours. Went back to sleep, cursed the alarm when it went off, perhaps because Viva had stuck a Kids' Pizza Party CD in my clock radio/CDplayer and the song that woke me up was "American Pie." I never have understood why that was considered party music by whoever compiled the CD. Is it simply because "pie" is in the name of the song? It just seems odd to include a song about the day the music died on a kids' CD. And God forbid Viva ever asks me to explain what the lyrics mean.
At any rate, yesterday, I had brought some work home thinking "mayhaps I'll work at home tomorrow," because I just couldn't take the idea of having to get dressed up and dealing with PEOPLE emailing me and stopping by my office and all that. And this morning, flush with the idea of working from home, I pulled on some jeans and a hoody, thinking "I'll stop by the dry cleaners and Trader Joe's on the way home from dropping Viva off at school and then I'll really get down to work," and then when I got out of the car in front of the school, I realized I had Left! My purse! At home! That was when I realized my brain was not functioning properly and that I shouldn't even be driving. So I came home and checked my email and still and all I have been trying to work. It's not going so well.
Part of my issue with the not-sleeping is that when I wake up in the middle of the night I start to focus on how behind I am on my work projects and goals. In the middle of the night, it's easy to say, "I'll just work from home tomorrow and I'll devote 2 hours to this project and then I'll take a break to run an errand and then I'll come back and do that project and yada yada bling bling blah," but it doesn't work out that way.
And then I procrastinate by blogging and I write some horribly crappy post. I can't even be funny today. The well has run dry, my friends.
Let us raise our collective glasses to Sleep, and sings its praises, for lo! it was ever lovely. Someday, when Sleep and I are friends again, I will write something coherent and entertaining. Until then, I trudge onward.
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Aaahhh, sleep. Wouldn't it be nice? I was just blogging about this last night. My 2 year old is having sleep issues. I'm always amazed when I get a full night of uninterrupted sleep at how refreshed I feel. Doesn't happen much with 5 kids. The odds are NOT in my favor.
Sleep is so important, and never more so than when you're pregnant. I slept as much as I could before Roo was born. I pretended I could bank some of that lovely sleep, knowing full well it does not work that way, alas.
Molly: What's bad is that now that I'm pregnant, no amount of sleep seems to be enough. I napped for a couple of hours Sunday afternoon and then collapsed at about 9:00 Sunday night, slept all through the night until 6:00 AM, and I was still bleary-eyed this morning. Errgh...
e: I am really worried about how low-functioning I am going to be once the baby gets here. I fear I will send Viva off to school with panties on her head and jam smeared across her face. I guess only time will tell...
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