Now that life has returned to normal, I’m tired. I’m certainly not sleep deprived, but my body is exhausted. While I feel for people who have to stand for 8 hours when they work, I doubt that their workday includes trying to keep 3 groups of 25 people each engaged in what you are presenting for well over an hour. Now THAT takes energy.
Last night, I couldn’t believe it but I feel asleep on the couch at 9:30pm! That from the girl who usually stays up until midnight or later. I eventually woke up at 11:00 and headed to bed after my “nap.” Yes, I am one of those people. I can take a nap, even in the later evening, and still fall asleep at bedtime.
When I woke up this morning at 8:30, sans alarm, I was totally disoriented. For one thing, the hubby was still in the bed when I woke up. And then I thought it was Saturday. It wasn’t. It’s Friday. Thankfully, in this state of “back to normal” I don’t have to go in to work every Friday.
This stuff reminds me of when I was a kid. I woke up one day thinking I had to go to school. I dressed and went to have some breakfast when I was greeted by everyone else–still in pajamas.