To Sleep, To Dream...
There is cornmeal and orzo all over the dining room floor. No less than four loads of laundry threaten mutiny in the basement. Our shrubs are bullying each other for space, demanding in the passive way of plants to be pruned.
And yet I spent almost two hours asleep this afternoon.
I did the same thing yesterday and both Saturday and Sunday last weekend. If I could remember that long ago, I'd probably tell you this has been going on for weeks. But I'm too tired to recall accurately.
There are several reasons for all this napping, the first and most important of which is that I'm tired. I don't like "wasting time" in this way, but it seems it's necessary. I'm guessing it's mostly because, with almost eight prime hours of my weekdays now taken up by dropping kids off, working, and picking kids up, I have been trying to squeeze more life out of the neglected hours between 5 and 6:30 AM and 8:30 and 11 PM.
For example, one day this week I got up at 5:25 AM to meet a girlfriend for a workout at the Y. That same evening, I met another girlfriend for a glass of wine, returning home at 10:30 PM to read the newspaper for a half hour or so. There have been pre-dawn runs and post-twilight shopping trips. It's a bit odd skulking around at odd hours like that, but it's what I have to do to keep the refrigerator stocked and maintain friendships and sanity.
My habits are healthy in some ways, but are apparently not healthy in at least one critical one. I instituted the "family nap" several weekends ago partly because our three-year-old has grown accustomed to naptime being a communal activity, something she does with her day care friends, but mostly because I'm just so doggone tired in the afternoon.
Relationships with others and self, exercise, work, play, and sleep...how does it all fit in a day?
I think I'll sleep on that.
And yet I spent almost two hours asleep this afternoon.
I did the same thing yesterday and both Saturday and Sunday last weekend. If I could remember that long ago, I'd probably tell you this has been going on for weeks. But I'm too tired to recall accurately.
There are several reasons for all this napping, the first and most important of which is that I'm tired. I don't like "wasting time" in this way, but it seems it's necessary. I'm guessing it's mostly because, with almost eight prime hours of my weekdays now taken up by dropping kids off, working, and picking kids up, I have been trying to squeeze more life out of the neglected hours between 5 and 6:30 AM and 8:30 and 11 PM.
For example, one day this week I got up at 5:25 AM to meet a girlfriend for a workout at the Y. That same evening, I met another girlfriend for a glass of wine, returning home at 10:30 PM to read the newspaper for a half hour or so. There have been pre-dawn runs and post-twilight shopping trips. It's a bit odd skulking around at odd hours like that, but it's what I have to do to keep the refrigerator stocked and maintain friendships and sanity.
My habits are healthy in some ways, but are apparently not healthy in at least one critical one. I instituted the "family nap" several weekends ago partly because our three-year-old has grown accustomed to naptime being a communal activity, something she does with her day care friends, but mostly because I'm just so doggone tired in the afternoon.
Relationships with others and self, exercise, work, play, and sleep...how does it all fit in a day?
I think I'll sleep on that.
posted by Lisa Strandberg at 3:51 PM
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