Usually, I go to sleep around midnight. I function (and look) better when I crash earlier but staying up till 12 (sometimes 1) is the only way I can finish up stuff. I wake up at around 7, along with Max who is still making his way to our bed in the middle of the night (DON'T GET ME STARTED).
Most days, I'm fine; I have good energy, and it's got nothing to do with eating right or exercising a lot because I am sorely lacking in both areas. Sometimes, though, the sleep deprivation hits me and I fantasize about hiding in our attic—where we have a full bed—and sleeping for the whole day. This is the stuff my fantasies are made of these days.
What I usually do when I'm zonked:
1. Power through because there's another load of laundry to do and food to prepare and forms to fill out and YOU KNOW.
2. Have my second iced-coffee of the day. Or third. Or fourth.
3. Get grumpy and irrational with Dave.
4. Torture myself by looking at the lines under my eyes in natural lighting.
5. Watch "talking" cat videos on YouTube, the sort of thing you most appreciate when you are deliriously tired.
6. Or just sit on the couch and stare vacantly into space, although inevitably I'll notice something that needs cleaning like the hoard of crumbs in between the sofa cushions.
7. Crave tuna melts.
8. Run really cold water over my wrists; there are pulse points there and it perks you up. Studies have shown that actually getting sleep perks you up, too.
9. Check the pantry to see if somebody maybe bought chocolate. Nope.
10. Buy random kitchen gadgets from Amazon.com that I will use approximately once every ten years, like an avocado slicer.
11. Make lists.
What time do you usually go to sleep? And what do you do when you're really tired?
