Last night was another one of those nights when I just couldn't get to sleep until 3:00 a.m. I have had several of those in a row, and have been awake again around 7:00 a.m., so I've been walking around this week looking a lot like Garfield in that picture above! Those of you who read my blog regularly know this is out of character for me.
I usually like to be up, showered, and dressed by 8:30 or 9:00. Granted, that's not real early, but I'm retired now...who the heck cares what time I get up? I'm not a late sleeper by habit, and I usually feel like I've missed half the day if I'm not up and about by that time.
This morning, after several very short nights, I woke up at 7:00 a.m., went to the bathroom, looked at the clock, and said to myself, "I can't function again on 4 hours sleep." I crawled back into bed and woke up at 10:00 a.m.!
Holy Moley! I jumped up out of the sack, showered, dressed, had breakfast, and here I am--I HAVE missed half of the day. I hate it when that happens! For one thing, I'm eating breakfast when it's almost time for lunch, and if I postpone lunch until later, I'll be eating dinner around 8:00 p.m.
So what's wrong with that, you're wondering. Well if you're one of the wonderers, you won't understand. Once you reach a certain age, the body does not sleep well on undigested food! I fondly remember the days when, in the summer my husband would get home from work around 1:00 a.m. and I'd be out swimming in our pool waiting for him. When he drove in the yard, I would exit the pool, towel off, and then we'd take a ride to the other end of Main Street to the little take0ut wagon we liked to call "the Roach Coach." We'd have hot dogs with fried onions and french fries and share the events of our day while chowing down on the yummy junk food.
Those days are gone! Now if I ingest ANYTHING after 7:00 p.m., I might as well forget sleep all together. Kinda' makes me wistful and nostalgic for the good old days. . .