I’m exhausted. It’s the second day of school for my daughter and man oh man is getting up early killing me. I thought I wasn’t getting to lazily sleep in this summer since my kids usually woke me up around 8:00, but it turns out 6:45 is a lot earlier than 8:00 and it’s really hard to get up that early. Who knew?
During school I usually first wake up around 5:00 when my neighbor gets up, her bedroom window faces our bathroom window and the glow of her light greets me ever morning since I always forget to close the bathroom door (yea for suburbia). Trying to ignore the light and enjoy my few remaining hours of sleep I put my pillow over my head and pray that the time will magically go back to midnight so I can get more sleep. So far this hasn’t worked for me, but I’m hopeful that it could happen someday. My alarm goes off at 6:45, usually accompanied by a groan from me and a desire to chuck the alarm across the room. I haven’t done it yet, but it’s only been two days, so it’s bound to happen sometime. I have to drag myself out of bed and go wake up my daughter. She’s half asleep, I’m half asleep, it’s amazing we manage to communicate. I get her off the school and then I’m ready to go back to bed. Oh wait, I have a three year old, so that doesn’t happen (only in my dreams). I have to stay awake until at least 9:00 when I can get my son to bed, because unlike me, he doesn’t need sleep.
I know a huge part of managing fibro is managing sleep, yet somehow I can never seem to manage it right. I’m a night owl and unfortunately the school system’s schedule (or my kids’) does not revolve around night owls. Someday I’ll get the amount of sleep I’m supposed to get!