Mom was all, “I couldn’t sleep so I ended up watching TV and putzing until 2:30am…”
And I was all, “Mother! Sheeshta! Since when do you stay up until 2 in the morning!?! Are you absolutely exhausted today??”
And she was all, “Oh no, I’m fine! I’m not the kind of person who wakes up and counts how many hours of sleep I had to determine whether or not I should feel tired. You’re either exhausted or you’re not, but I don’t understand the need to think “Oh I only had my 5 hours of sleep last night instead of the 7 I need….I’m sure going to be tired!”
And I was all, “What a fantastic point! I’m going to be like you now instead of counting how much sleep I’m getting every night like I normally do!”
So last night when Maile started throwing up while I got ready for bed at 11pm I decided to stay up with her. After an hour of consoling my poor child I set up camp on the couch outside of her room. I detest sleeping anywhere other than my own bed, but I couldn’t just leave her so this seemed like the best alternative.
I listened to her ‘toss her cookies’ until 2am, continuously getting up to console, clean, and worry over her and when my alarm finally went off at 6am I got up with a pounding headache.
I willed myself not to think about how many hours are between 2am and 6am and how that lack of sleep probably caused it.
DON’T think about the HOURS! Just think about how you FEEL…
But I felt terrible. So I was all, It’s just another DAY…take some aspirin and carry ON.
So I took aspirin and curled myself up in the fetal position and waited, because I don’t operate in discomfort and I was all, You’d probably feel a whole lot more comfortable if you’d had more than FOUR HOURS OF sl…
And then I was all, NO! Don’t think about the hours! It’s not about the hours, it’s about how you FEEEEEL.
And then my poor sweet sick daughter got up from bed feeling just as sick as ever. I tucked her in to the other end of the couch with me and we both laid there, refusing to operate in discomfort and she was all, “Don’t you have to work Mom?”
And I was all “No baby, I only had four hours of sleep last night and I don’t give a damn what your grandmother says, I can’t function with less than seven!”