Plan for the weekend? Sleep!

Once again I am so ridiculously tired that I can barely keep my eyes open. It took me ages to get to sleep last night and I’m not even sure why. OK, so it was bar night, but for once they weren’t even that loud. No, it wasn’t noise that was keeping me awake. I just was.
When I finally did fall asleep, I dreamed that I went back to my old junior school for some reason. Then one of the teachers asked me to take two girls up to another classroom and read to them. Except it turned out the classroom we were sent to was next door to the music room, in which someone was playing drums, so instead of reading “The Cat in the Hat” we ended up talking about all the things that had changed since I went to that school. During the course of the discussion the girls decided they were going to stay behind after school to show me around, which they duly did. While they were showing me round we bumped into my old year 3 teacher, who was apparantly still working there – except in real life I’m pretty sure she retired and then died while my brother was still at that school. Which wouldn’t surprise me – she was pretty old when I was there, and not in that “all teachers are old when you’re 7” type way either. This woman really was much older than the rest of the teachers.  Hmm, not really sure what brought that dream on.
Then when my alarm woke me up at 6:30 this morning I was convinced I was late for work… for my job in a sausage stuffing factory. Umm, what?? Once I’d managed to convince myself that this was not, in fact, the case I decided showering every single day is overrated and I’d rather spend an extra 15 minutes in bed then wash the important bits over the sink. An excellent decision I feel. Still tired though… 15 extra minutes in the morning just isn’t enough to make up for 2 hours of wakefulness the night before. And I didn’t even manage to get to bed til 10 past 11 so you work out how many hours of sleep I got. Aaah.

Oh well, off to work I go. For some reason I’m very glad this is Friday…

On sleeping and waking

I actually managed to get myself out of bed at a reasonable time this morning. Reasonable in the sense of it gave me enough time to have a shower and get ready I mean. In the sociable hour of the morning time sense it was not a reasonable time.
It’s not that I’m not a morning person. Actually I quite like mornings. But 6:30am isn’t morning. Any time that begins with a 6 is still the middle of the night. Yes, I am aware that there are people who get up even earlier than that and do so every single morning without complaint. Much respect to them. I couldn’t do it. On the few occasions that I’ve had to get up at rediculous hours of the morning to catch flights and stuff I have managed it. It wasn’t nice though. For me the day doesn’t start til at least 7:00, preferably 7:30. Before that it isn’t morning yet. And it this time of year it’s particularly bad. At 6:30am it’s still dark. And darkness means night-time, right?

So yeah, I’m still tired. Probably doesn’t help that I couldn’t sleep for ages last night. I tossed, I turned, I counted sheep. Nothing helped. Do you realise if I wanted to get 8 hours sleep, the amount that we supposedly need, I would have to fall asleep at 10:30pm every night. And that’s just the time I would need to be asleep. Obviously I’d have to be in bed before that to give me time to fall asleep. I don’t even get home from work til around 6pm, and that’s on the days where I don’t have to go food shopping on the way home. If I tried to get the recommended 8 hours of sleep per night I would get even less done than I do now! Stupid scientists, don’t bother to think about the fact that people actually have lives and responsibilities. Who out there actually has 8 spare hours in their lives that they could use for sleep.

So another blog about sleep, or rather the lack of it.
I’m starting to feel like a stuck record…

But it can’t be morning, I’m still tired!

I’m incredibly tired this morning, not really surprising after getting to bed late and waking up early. So far today I have:

  1. Put my trousers on inside out, then took a few minutes to realise why my zip was the wrong way round
  2. Tried to put my shoes on before realising that only one of my feet had a sock on it

And it’s not even 8 o’clock yet. I dread to think what my translations are going to look like this morning! I just hope I’ve woken up a bit and managed to switch my brain on by the time I have to do the practice translation this afternoon!