Ah, elusive sleep...

Okay, I admit it. I did a lot of sleeping over this last holiday weekend. I owed it to myself to catch up on some well needed and highly missed Z's. So I made a point of NOT setting my alarm for two days and sleeping in as late as I could. I even took naps. It was great!

What's not so great is that last night, when I needed it most, I could not fall asleep for more than 45 minutes at a time all night long. It was maddening. I even tried turning on a fan just to hear some white noise in the background. I was awake every hour, on the hour.

So, here I am at work, Monday morning. I've had two HUGE cups of coffee and I'm asleep at the wheel. I feel like crap! I started the day with a two hour meeting that seemed like ten hours. It's not even 11am yet and I could lie down right here under my desk and sleep.

I don't know what makes me not sleep well some nights. Most nights, I sleep like a baby. Seriously, I sleep and I have great funny dreams. But every once in a while, I just can't make myself sleep no matter how tired I am. When I went to bed last night I felt tired. I mean, after all, we had been celebrating Easter all day. I even had a couple of drinks so I really felt ready to call it a night. But once I hit that pillow, it was not to be!

I don't do well when I'm tired. I get cranky. I get whiny. I admit it...I'm a big pain in the ass when I'm tired. So, to my loved ones...I apologize in advance for my actions today. To my coworkers...best stay outta my way!

The week that was...

Monday...
At work, started feeling this little tickle deep in my chest and throat. A cold. I could feel it coming on and getting worse by the minute. By the time I got home I was feeling like crap.

Tuesday...
Woke up. Immediately called work to tell them I would not be in. My chest was tight, congested and my nose was stuffed up. I felt exhausted. Needed sleep. Ate like crap and didn't care. Didn't work out either. Just plain sick.

Wednesday...
Woke up. Immediately called work to tell them I would not be in. Again, too sick. Coughing, hacking, congested and crappy. Totally exhausted. Slept most of the day. Ate like crap. Didn't work out. Felt bad that I was letting all my hard work at losing weight go to hell in a hand basket.

Thursday...
Woke up. Went to work. Sat sniffling through one meeting. Coughing, hacking. Oh, goody! Weigh in day at our Weight Watchers at Work meeting. Scale said I gained 8 pounds!! Nearly had a heart attack. Thank god that scale was wrong. It said everyone gained a ton of weight. The meeting leader brought the wrong scale. Whew! Came home early from work. Still sick. Managed to rally later in the evening for a short work out. Couldn't breathe. Needed sleep.

Friday...
Woke up. Went to work. Coughed my way through a morning meeting. Came home. Coughed for the rest of the day. Ate well. Healthier. Felt good about that. Still exhausted. Still need sleep. Supposed to go to my sister's for dinner. Called her and cancelled. Maybe Saturday will be better...

Too many cats, so little sleep....

This is a lazy Labor Day weekend. I've just been enjoying the last "real" weekend of summer and relishing the fact that I do not have to work tomorrow. I spent yesterday swimming at my sister's pool, sipping vodka and lemonade and, basically, just soaking in the sun. Maybe a little too much sun but eh...it was worth it.

Last night, however, was not good. My cats have decided they do not need sleep. Now that Arnie is well there is much tearing around the house and wrestling going on. For some reason, the desired wrestling spot is on top of me in the middle of the night. I shooed them out of the bedroom and closed the door. Later, when I had to get up to use the bathroom, they seemed to be sleeping so I left the door open again. My bad! It wasn't ten minutes and there they were again...on top of me...wrestling around. I shooed them out again and closed the door. A couple of hours later the door opened. Arnie has learned how to open the damn door! Right back on top of me...sheesh! This routine went on all night and I got next to no sleep.

Of course, today they are all drowsy and sleepy and being good as gold. I'm going to just crash pot and pans together or vacuum all day just to give them a dose of their own medicine. I love my cats but right now, in my sleep deprived state, I think they would both make great hats.