I don’t know how these doctors and nurses and other people who wake up super early do it. My alarm goes off at 6 am, and every morning I am full of hate. Left to my own devices I’d probably wake up around 7:30 or 8, but 6 still feels brutal. Twice this week I’ve suffered through that ungodly clang at 4:50 am. Once for a poorly scheduled personal training appointment and once for a terribly scheduled deposition.
The getting up part really isn’t the worst of it. I woke up fine, got ready and got where I needed to get in a timely fashion. Then around 7:30 am it all came crashing down. I spent the rest of the day moaning sleep, I need sleep!
I’m sure early risers go to bed earlier than I do. Last night we had an event with our synagogue, and I didn’t get to bed until after 11pm. That made the 4:50 wake up extra terrible. Some people can function on 4 or 5 hours of sleep. I do much better on, say, 10 hours of sleep. Not that I get it. But I’d love to.
Sleep has been a big focus of mine lately. I had an old fashioned check up on Monday and chatted with the doctor about how I’ve been seemingly sick over and over and over since January. Then I told her about how I’m out the door fairly early in the morning, then have work all day and then often have events in the evening and that doesn’t get me home until like 9 at night most nights. Well duh, I’m exhausted and more susceptible to being sick and then getting sick.
I’ve officially been ordered by both my husband and my doctor to not stuff my calendar to the gills with this, that and the other thing. This declaration comes at a good time. I’ve got a trial I’ve been prepping for, and my work schedule doesn’t allow for me participating in many happy hours, get togethers and dinners anyway. Til that jury verdict comes in, it’s all prep, practice, rest, repeat.
In other news, SMOKE TAQUERIA for dinner tonight, yesssss!