Posts Tagged: Sleep

Sleep — 6 Comments
25
Sep 11

Musing on what I brought back from vacation.

I came home lighter than when we left.

Not in body weight.  Not sure about that because I left my old scale down there. I had visions of keeping its temperamental self as a travel scale. Then the first morning we were there it read 300 pounds then it read 95.

I deposited it a dumpster leaving town.

So down one scale – we brought back…

One groovin' new pair of sunglasses.

 

A Dairy Queen hot dog.

 

My husband bought this at a Metter, Georgia  DQ on the ride back. The dog was wearing ketchup. He took one bite and about puked.

He can only eat things plain. (Such a long story.)

A lone love bug.

 

And I brought back a rested me. A lighter me.

I did not sigh and pout when my husband wasted that hot dog.

Before we left, some days my strength felt about as fragile as that pitiful bug. With a little rest, I feel a bit stronger — more like a yellow jacket.

I’m having a bit more patience with my daughter’s tantrum tonight.

That’s what a little more sleep allows me.

Ready to hit the ground at 4:15 tomorrow. Okay, not so ready. I may hit the snooze a time or two.

It’s back to my wonderful reality. A little more rested.

When to you rest — if at all?

 

 

 

Children / Family / Sleep — 3 Comments
8
Apr 11

Musing on falling asleep at the wheel.

Today was supposed to be a great day for my and my youngest son. It ended up being one filled with frustrations.

None of which I will write about now. I’ll save it for a column, future post or let it die away. Right now I’m too exhausted to think about it.

We left Atlanta a little after 2 p.m. About halfway home, I could hardly keep my eyes open. The next half hour I struggled to keep awake and get home before the bus.

Now if I had been really worried, I would have pulled over — but I’m glad I just had to drive a half hour. A younger me used to sleep a few hours, get up at 2 a.m then drive seven hours to be at my parents by mid-morning.

Is it age, exercising more? The cumulative effects of too little sleep? Too much coffee?

Right now I really want a nap.

Last nap I remember was after my last marathon – two years ago.

Ten years ago, I was an excellent napper. I slept a lot, period. What happened?

I got older. And realized how fast ten years goes. 

So I’m committed to staying awake as much as I can –

NEWSFLASH  My ten year old just came in the room to announce a  boy called and asked “do you want out with me?”

See why I need to stay awake?

Faith / Pets / Sleep / South — 2 Comments
30
Mar 11

Musing on Answered “Pretty Please, Pitiful Prayers.”

There’s nothing cuter than a sleeping dog curled up against a sleeping boy.

Unless that dog is Wonderdog. Wonderdog who needs to be in his cage at night. Some folks sanitize dog pens calling them crates, but I choose to call it what it is.

A cage.

And I’m glad for it. It keeps the unsuperivised  Wonderdog, A.KA. Chewing Machine, in the pokey so to not to inflict mayhem on any harmless shoes.

Last Monday, I ended my crammed life post with a Pretty Please, Pitiful Prayer.  I prayed for the Lord to remind me to set my alarm.

I call it a Pretty, Please Pitiful Prayer because I have been trying to pray only bold prayers. Not to worry about the small things and let God take care of them as he see best.

But as much as I’d like to be big and bold — some of the time — deep down inside, I feel pretty pitiful. So in moments when my big, bold guard is down a Pretty, Please Pitiful Prayer just slips out.

For me, alarm management is critical and lately even when the alarm has gone off at the right time — I lay there.

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Seeing cute sleeping boy and dear sleeping Wonderdog I did the unthinkable. I went to bed and left Tebow uncaged.

I do really stupid stuff when I’m tired.

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4:20 a.m.

I awoke with Secretariat on my chest.

Okay, it was Tebow but in a deep sleep it’s really hard to tell the difference between 65 pounds of black lab and a one ton thoroughbred.

4:22 a.m.

My alarm went off.  But I was already out of bed. Imagine that.

4:30 a.m.

Checking emails, one sat in my inbox from a writer friend sent at 4:22 a.m. 4:22 a.m?

That meant she was up at her computer at least 10 full minutes before me.

Curses.

I’ve really got to set Tebow earlier.

Sleep — 5 Comments
2
Jan 11

Musing on staying awake.

1:48 a.m.

That’s what my phone said when I looked at it this morning.  The alarm was set for 3:45 a.m.

Another ungodly hour

but not as ungodly as 1:48. The light was on in the bathroom, my husband was snoring, I felt achy and my mind started racing to a hundred different things I don’t want to remember now for fear that I can’t fall asleep tonight.

I got up at 3:15 and started packing the car.

To be fair, Hubby got up too since sleep had escaped him after I attempted to halt his snoring.

But he slept from Ocala to the Georgia line. They all slept from Ocala to the Georgia line. At that point he started driving and I was to sleep. But I didn’t.

Kept checking e-mails, reading online stuff, blogs.

Got to thinking. Do our brains rest like they used to? Do they ever relax like they should?

Why is it so hard to relax…it’s like I don’t even consider not doing something, anything…never resting.

That’s weird. Very weird considering the young adult I was. The young adult who like to rest very much.

She did get lots of headaches. I don’t seem to get those very much anymore.

I wish you lots of rest tonight and nary a tiny head hurt.

Running / Sleep / South — 1 Comment
27
Sep 10

Today’s muse. No soggy run for me but what about my partner?

Morgan County about 4:55 this morning.

It’s still raining…

Getting out of bed at 4:15 a.m., I started the coffee, weighed myself before drinking the first drop, then opened the door.

Raining pretty good. I even did the old reach the hand out test.

Yep. Pretty steady.

This was the first morning that it had rained in over three months of running with my partner. Not my life partner — he was asleep at 4:15 and he is still asleep now almost an hour later — my running partner.

She is a most excellent life partner for her hubby. A much better selection than me. She works, cooks dinner, is an amazing couponista (saves their family a billion dollars a year), cans and freezes her garden surplus while mine rots on the vine.

 

Okay, she’s a great life partner –  not that I’m in the market for a new life mate. But here’s the question that was on my mind this morning….

Does she run in the rain?

Does her life-perfection spill into slogging out morning runs no matter the conditions…

like some mailcarrier in a singlet and running shoes?

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