I mean, I think it’s inversed, but I have had so little sleep lately I can’t say for sure.
Instead of staying up to the wee hours and then crashing all day, I have been getting up in the wee hours and then crashing through out the day…into chairs, tables, small children who don’t move quickly enough and then finally my bed at about 8 or 9 p.m.
Yesterday I awoke at 2:00 a.m. and began to take a brief nap around 12:30 p.m. This wasn’t convenient for Torey as I happened to be driving her and our vanload of kids home at that moment. I took another five minute nap after lunch which was interrupted by a couple of children playing merrily outside my bedroom door. After a sluggish evening I fell asleep reading at 9. Fortunately Paul turned off the light and shut the door.
I awoke at 3:30 this morning, read for a bit, tried to drift off, read some more and then finally gave up around 4:30 and announced to Paul, “I got nuffin to do!” Now the proper response to that is “Nuffin? Surely there is sumpin?” and then the kind offer to help. I can’t remember what child, our own or otherwise from whom we stole these lines.
Paul was completely off script, instead of saying his piece and then helping me find “sumpin” to do, he rolled over and moaned, “You having trouble sleeping, Pretty? That’s too bad…because I am having no difficulty…”
In an hour I am leaving to drive across the state to pick up my brother, Tanner, who is flying in on a red- eye from L.A. My friend, Dan, is driving with me and we are stopping off at IKEA on the way home. I only need to get some glasses and check out rugs, but I am scared I will be found days from now slumped behind a large shelving unit. IKEA has become a sort of purgatory for me; I going through it but I want what’s on the other side. I just don’t know if I have what it takes to make it to the airport, through IKEA and back.
I am going to take a shower, make myself some scrambled eggs – my considerations for my heart are going to have to take a back seat to those for my brain, drink some coffee, freebase some Vitamin B, drink some water and I should be good to go.
I am just hoping I am good to return too.
Wait, wait, I think it was Lydia who once had “Nuffin” to do and I responded in her dialect with the thought that there had to be something and then it immediately became a part of the Paul/Alison lexicon.
So here’s a thought–and not a popular one, I realize–perhaps your body cannot handle the caffeine that you pump into it?
I’ve felt so much better since I dumped the caffeine a few years back.
I used to feel that sluggish, bleary-eyed NEED for my morning coffee, but once I’d cleaned those nasty cravings out of my system, I found that I didn’t need it anymore as a pick-me-up.
As I said, it’s just a thought.
Oh I know!
I only drink one or two cups in the morning and rarely soda.
I have given up all caffeine before I just the thought…
How long did it take you to get it out of your system?
It’s been a long time, but I’m thinking it was a few months before I really didn’t miss my morning wake-up call anymore. I remember headaches for the first couple of weeks, but it was worth it after that.
Now, I sip a cup of good green tea because I enjoy the warmth and comfort and flavor, but I don’t feel any chemical effect.
When I do splurge and have a cup of coffee or a caffeinated
soda now, it literally makes my heart race, in addition to making me jittery and a little hyper.
I still love the smell of coffee and find walking down the coffee aisle at the grocery store to be slightly intoxicating, but an occasional sip or two of my husband’s–and not even regularly–is plenty. I just don’t like what it does to me.
Random thought for the day:
Did you know that “studies” have found that people aren’t really addicted to the caffeine (yeah, right!) but the smell of the coffee. Apparrently people who were trying to quit coffee smelled the fresh beans and immediately felt better.
It’s another on the list of “You know what ‘they’ say…?”