This Blog Will Make Little or No Sense.


So how is this blog different than the last 481?My Head Feels Exactly Like This.

Now that I think about it, probably not much.

They’ve all made little or no sense in their own unique way.

Although this one is extra special because I got up this morning at 1:56 am.

Yes 1:56 am.  2 short hours after midnight (I’m rounding).  And several hours before normal human beings slap the snooze button for the first time.

Why?

I have no idea.

Everyone else in the house was sleeping hard.  Really hard.

I know this because of the snoring.

Lots and lots of snoring.

It sounded like an air horn with a sock stuffed inside.

Or like someone had stepped on a cat.

Especially, Buddy the Dog.  He was hitting the zzzz’s hard.  Evidently, he was resting up from his big day of sleeping (I think this dog will be dead for 6 weeks before we even notice).

Like most superintendents, my mind is full of gunk.

Problems I can’t solve.

Problems I need to solve.

Problems I anticipate.

Problems I could never anticipate in a million years.

Sometimes, it just problems created by other problems.

Normally, I handle this by sleeping like a baby.

But not last night.

On an average night/morning, I open my eyes and I’m completely awake in about 90 minutes (I really should intake more caffeine).

Last night, I opened my eyes and was immediately alert.

I felt great.

I felt like a million bucks.

I had the energy of a 41 year old.

That was until a short 4 hours later (this would be 6 am… again, rounding).  Then I felt like I’d been beaten with a pillow case full of non-caffeinated sodas).

It was time to go to work and I felt like I hadn’t slept.

Probably because I hadn’t slept.

The rest of my day was spent in a fog.  A deep groggy fog.

It’s hard to describe, but I had an ever so slight headache and I was seeing double.

For some odd reason my entire body hurt when I blinked.

And yawned.

About mid-morning, I noticed it was taking me twice as long as normal to both blink and yawn.

A good sneeze probably would have killed me (which would have been okay because I could have used the rest).

As I slow-motioned my way through the day, I wondered how teenagers exist.

They eat poorly.  They don’t exercise.  They play video games all night.  And they only sleep when the sun is out.

Yet, they seem to function.

I wake up once in the middle of the night and I’m no use to society for the next 72 hours.

It doesn’t seem fair.

I need sleep and they don’t.

I can’t sleep and they can.

And yet, they mock me with their excess energy.

Why is youth wasted on the young?

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The Strange Behaviors of a Pre-Teen.


We are raising an animal (no not Buddy the Dog… he’s raising us).

The Evil Spawn is entering Step 1 of her teenage internship.

Each new phase of a child’s life is challenging, but this one is bound to be particularly disturbing.

She’s starting to exhibit some odd behaviors.

Like painting her fingernails.  Picking up her room without arguing about it.  And caring what her hair looks like (after not brushing it for 72 consecutive  months).I'm Just So Sleepy.

But by far the strangest behavior is her sleeping habits.

She never wants to go to bed because she’s not tired, but then she doesn’t want to get up because she’s exhausted.

Don’t ask me to explain because I find it very mysterious.

She seems to have a love/hate relationship with sleep. 

For me it’s a challenge to figure out where she’s located each morning (or more likely, late morning).

When I’m tired, I go to sleep (if all goes well) in my bed (I’m not going to lie, it’s usually the highlight of my day).

When she finally gives up and goes to bed, she heads to one of 18 different places (generally, no more than 3 consecutive nights in any one place).

I might find her sleeping in her bedroom, but that’s the exception… not the rule.

More likely I will discover her crashed out on a couch, in the guest room, or on the floor (this is tricky because you don’t want to step on her first thing in the morning… because this seems to anger her).

I asked her why she doesn’t sleep in her bed and she said “I like it… I just don’t like-like it.”

Ugh.

I have a feeling the odd behavior is just beginning.  It’s only going to get worse.

For me.

In about 6 years I will like her creepy unemployed boyfriend.

I just won’t like-like him.

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