Arrrgh!!!

(croaking...) I need MORE SLEEP!

I sent out a call to Number-Three-Son on Monday. We have a new all-in-one machine in the office and Dear Husband was having some difficulties getting it hooked up correctly. The missing connection was the one to the computer, so I wasn't able to print anything from the living room computer, and, the fax portion of the machine wasn't cooperating.

NTS said that he could come on Tuesday but he couldn't make it until 6:30 or so. Both he and his wife came. I fixed dinner, and then he had a go at our problems. He reorganized the connections, installed a wireless mouse for me in the office, and then upgraded and did some troubleshooting. I think he was pleasantly surprised to find that there was virtually nothing to do on the personal computer. I'd run the Spybot program, AdAware and Norton, and defragged, recently.

All this took about three and a half hours. By 11:00 I was overtaken by jaw-popping yawns, and an intense longing for my bed. We'd sent Dear Husband off to bed around 10:00 because he has such an early morning call during the week. I didn't complain, because NTS's help with the computers is so necessary. We're lucky to have a kid willing to keep us up and running.

Number-Two-Son came home and chatted with the others for a bit. I had to work hard not to edge them toward the door, thinking longingly of my bed....but I managed to hold back. Really! I was GLAD to have them there! I swear!

I have been short on sleep for the past few months, and I am one of those people who needs at least eight hours a night, if not a little bit more. I get up early and get my day started, but if I haven't had enough sleep, especially if I've been short on sleep for several days in a row, I get to the middle of the day and crash.

I came into the office and worked for a few minutes around 11:30 this morning, and thought I'd tilt back and rest my eyes....just for a moment! Every now and then, I could hear myself snore. (Pretty picture, hmmmmmmm??? At least I wasn't drooling.) It was enough to disturb the sleep I was getting, but not quite enough to wake me for the afternoon. When I finally bolted upright in my chair, my hands were frozen. I must have been sitting just right to cut down on the circulation to my arms.

I'm improving on getting up earlier in the morning. 5:15 doesn't seem quite so wretched to me now, but I need to work on getting to bed earlier. I want my eight hours a day of snooze time back! I want to snuggle under the quilts, and gather my strength to meet the day, so that I'm ready to meet the needs of gardening season. Now I know why my parents felt it was inappropriate for phone calls to come in after nine at night, unless there was an emergency. THEY NEEDED THEIR SLEEP! And so do I.