It’s a risky strategy, to wait until 22.15 for inspiration, during this blog-a-thon period.
Sunday night reaches before me and, frankly, I have no idea what it will bring. In the sleep department.
Before things changed, Soph and I would go to bed any time between 9pm – 10.30pm (usually, if I’m being honest, 9.30pm).
The time the alarm was set for could vary enormously, depending on where I was working the next day. But 5am alarms were the norm.
Still are.
But things have changed.
These days I usually fall in to bed around 1am, or slightly before it. And face the 5am alarm with all the happy joy of a person dreading the 5am alarm after four hours sleep.
Wanker!
Oh, did I say that aloud? I’m sorry. I have the television on – with the sound muted, obv – and Wayne Rooney’s face just graced the screen.
Twat!
There it goes again. How strange. Perhaps I have developed some form of Rooney-related Tourette’s?
Anyway, sleep patterns.
Even after four hours, the 5am alarm still gets me up and about. I’ll admit that I move like the ‘third zombie from the left, fourth row back’ in the Thriller video.
Ha, you didn’t know I was in that, did you?
Well no, I’m not, obv.
That’s just a metaphor for how I lumber about the house after four hours sleep.
It’s risky, this being a house.
Because it has stairs.
That go down.
Last Thursday, as with all days so far (touches wood), I lumbered downstairs without mishap.
Teetered my way in to the kitchen.
Did the kettle-switchy-on-thing and poured milk on my cereal – remembering to put my cereal in to a bowl first, obv.
Poured the boiling water in to my mug, put everything on a tray and staggered my way back upstairs to bed.
The cereal mostly got eaten.
The tea did not get drunk.
The tea did not get drunk because it was not tea.
For it to be tea, it would have to have milk (check!), hot water (check!) and actual tea (erm…).
And that’s why the cereal mostly got eaten.
I had put the teabag in to my bowl of cereal, and added milk.
Fortunately I have a shower after breakfast.
That never fails to wake me.
But it’s a little scary what I can get up to when I’m ‘third zombie from the left, fourth row back’ in the Thriller video.
However, if you totalled the amount of sleep I have had during the last two nights you would get a scary 20 hours.
Twenty hours sleep? In two nights? That’s just mentile. I have been visited by the Princess of Sleep, obv.
Here’s my favourite version of Thriller, the 1,500 inmates of the Cebu Provincial Detention and Rehabilitation Center, Cebu, Philippines at practice! If you will look very carefully YOU WILL NOT SEE ME BECAUSE I WAS JOKING.
Thank you.
I too seem to be catching up on my sleep – a couple of solid 8-hourers (?) in the past two nights. Doesn’t explain why I still feel so tired. I’ve obviously got that yuppie flu.
I once poured orange juice on my cereals instead of milk because I was so tired. Being thrifty, I also tried to eat it, but it was gross.
Orange juice-flavoured cereal sounds lovely! Oh. Wait.
And this is why you should prepare everything the night before. This is my trick for surviving the five o’clock wake-up challenge that Son Two sets for me every day – God knows why he wants to get up at that time of the morning, it’s not like he has any pressing engagements to go to. I cannot wait for the teenage years where I hear you have to lever them out of bed with a crow-bar.
The night before treatment sounds ideal. I’d still possibly get the pouring wrong though. But thanks for the thought. ‘Have to lever them out of bed with a crow-bar’? *laugh*
I do not eat breakfast till I get to my office.
This post made me giggle so much I snorted.
I apologise for the snortage, lovely J. 🙂