Having spent the last 3 months (basically) with a new daughter who prefers to take naps, rather than long stretches of sleep, I found myself to be a complete basket case. My brain has been in a thick fog. I dont’ really know how I’ve managed to drive to work & back, let alone do much of anything else.
My psychology class final exam is tomorrow. I’m also writing a 2-3 page paper on any topic that was addressed in our text. I’ve chosen sleep deprivation. Having experienced it first hand, reading some of the symptoms and resulting problems of sleep deprivation, which is a REAL problem – I look forward to writing about it.
Checking into the hotel, I felt a little bit guilty as my girls were going to stay with Daddy and Mama Taylor, and I knew it meant they would get to deal with the girls alone. I know they are capable and I know they did a perfectly fine job, but I’d gotten into that “I have to do everything and be everything for” my girls. Hopefully this little break will snap me out of that.
By the way, when I did check into the hotel, the lady at the front desk says, “Oh, YOU’RE the lucky one.” I said, “Really? I am?” And she proceeds to tell me that the hotel overbooked and I’ve been upgraded to a suite. For real. Ahhhhhhh.
And I did sleep. Without about 6 pillows in a soft bed with fluffy comforters and the air on – ahhhhh – I had some pretty interesting dreams. Dream interpretation was another topic I studied this semester in psychology class. If I didn’t feel so strongly about sleep deprivation, I might have to write about that…
Thank you, Honey, for suggesting this and encouraging me to do this and making sure the girls were taken care of. I needed it and I appreciate it. I love you.