It’s Not Insomnia….Really

I love Black Friday.  Ava and Isabella think I’m crazy.  I think it’s fun.  Participating in the ritual of Black Friday and all that it entails actually sort of jettisons me into the Christmas spirit.   Conversely, I absolutely despise putting up and taking down the Christmas Tree.  I hate everything about it.  My Honey has done everything possible to make it a less odious task: we have a pre-lit, artificial tree and I have the short people that live in our house to put on the actual ornaments (as long as you’re OK with all of them in a three foot clump.)  Ava loves to put up the tree.  She can come over and put up mine, too, if she wants.

So on Thursday, I studied the ads.  I made notes and folded the pages of the items I wanted to get.  I made a plan of attack that took into account the crowds and the location of each store along with the opening time of each  and the popularity of the targeted items.  My sister-in-law brought my niece and nephew and my mom came along for fun.  Sassy wanted to come, too, but I used the “you wouldn’t wake up” ploy because a lot of my items were on her list.  We picked her up a couple of hours later after she had a conniption fit that I had failed to wake her up.

Everyone met at my house at 4:15 –  in the morning.  Except for Black Friday, the only reasonable excuse for getting up at that hour is to head off for Disneyland.  I have seen 4:15 many times but as I was going to bed – not getting up.  That is almost what happened on Thursday.  My Honey had started suggesting that I head off to bed at 9:00.  Right.  I went to sleep at 1:45 that night.  My head was busy, what can I say?  So I headed off into the murky crowd with 2 1/2 hours of sleep. 

We ended Round 1 at 8:35.  I managed to get a 1/2 hour nap on the couch.  Around 2:00 that afternoon, I snuck out of the house and did another 2 hours.

I was handling things pretty well.  We went out to dinner and everything.  However, things changed when I put Sassy to bed.  She read her book to me and then, when it was my turn to read my book to her, things really started to fall apart.  I kept falling asleep in mid sentence.  Apparently I was injecting dreams into the story.  Poor Sassy kept saying, “What are you talking about?”.  She knows the Barenstain Bears books pretty well so it was apparent when I would drift off course.  It took me 1/2 an hour to read that short little story.

Now here is the really sick thing.  After she fell asleep I got out of her bed and drifted into the office for a second to check on a few things.  Guess what time I actually fell asleep last night.  Come on – take a guess.  12:30.  Seriously.  I have no idea what is wrong with me.