I should be sleeping even now, you know, but once I’ve crossed some invisible barrier between Sleeping Enough and Not Sleeping Enough it’s hard to cross back. I’m exhausted but I’m wide awake. It’s a lovely dichotomy, not unlike when I try on a pair of jeans that cut off the circulation in my thighs while gapping sufficiently through the waist to hold two dozen Krispy Kreme donuts.
Actually, I guess it’s pretty well not at all like that, and also that I should clarify that I have never stuffed donuts into pants I was trying on. Or pants I was wearing. Or pants, period.
About two more nights of this and I may consider it, though. Heck, donuts in the pants sounds downright festive right now.
If I wasn’t so tired and cranky I might delve into some of what’s going on with me. But instead I’ll just give some hypotheticals, just for fun. Fun! Ha ha! I’m having fun; aren’t you? Right!
Hypothetically, if I’d stayed up late painting aprons with glitter fabric paint, and the next morning the paint had dried much darker and was now barely visible against the denim fabric, that would be distressing.
Hypothetically, if my son who hasn’t napped in years started napping at school and having accidents several days in a row, that would be worrisome.
Hypothetically, if my car started making a funny noise, I should probably think about getting it looked at, but who has time for that?
Hypothetically, if I’d been working my ass off to handle some difficult situations out of my control and someone felt the need to simultaneously blame me and admit that it wasn’t really something I could control, I would want to scream. Loudly. Several times.
Hypothetically, if I’d gone to this person and asked for a discussion to clear the air, I would assume that would be a healthy thing. But hypothetically, I tend to forget that not everyone likes to actually handle things head-on, and I’d probably be left wondering if I’d somehow made things worse.
Hypothetically, going to choir rehearsal and singing should cheer me up; and maybe it did, for about five seconds.
Hypothetically, if I were going to embark on a romance (in my copious spare time), I’m sure I would be smart enough to do so with someone right here in town, because how dumb would it be to not even be able to get some, er, stress relief, in the midst of my FABULOUS Week Of No Sleep?
Hypothetically, if I were to take a vacation, I think I’d like to sleep for about 20 hours in a row, to start.