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| Waking up is hard. So is interacting with other people in the morning. |
Ah sleep. Sometimes I wish I could function with no sleep, and other times I can't get enough of it. I've established a very erratic sleep pattern that involves moderate to little amounts of sleep during the work week, with major late-nights and catch up mornings on the weekends. However it may seem from the surface, my pattern is pretty tried and tested, and I get rather off-set if it gets interrupted. Therefore, I would like to dedicate this post to sleep! (A little ironic, considering it's now 1:30 am.) Also, the title is a nod to a Friend's episode.
To start off, I have a story from about two weeks ago. Basically I live in a two-story town-house that shares walls on both sides. At least I don't have upstairs neighbors, but I've discovered that the walls are very thin. I will randomly hear my neighbor's crying baby, or the kids banging up and down the stairs, or the adults yelling at each other, and I'm usually aware of the fact that they probably can hear my loud music or TV. Not exactly ideal, but for the most part we get along fine. However, about two weeks ago I woke up suddenly around 3 am. It took me a minute to realize I was woken by someone crying next door. When I say crying, I really mean sobbing. Also, it wasn't the baby, and instead sounded more like the mother. It was very weird, and very disturbing because once woken, I didn't go back to sleep. This is mostly because the cry-fest kept up for the next two hours which included bouts of sobbing where other kids and baby joined in, and angry voices trailed downstairs. I finally gave up by 5 am, went downstairs, and found something to watch on Netflix. I did catch about an hour of sleep on the love sac, but all told I really only got about four hours of sleep to run on for a full day of work. I was not amused, especially because exhausted as I was, I was terrified the next night would be a repeat event. Luckily it wasn't, but I was pretty loopy for that day.
Oh yeah, new job. My company asked me to take over the office down in American Fork, so I moved from Taylorsville down south. I started down in AF this Tuesday, which has been an adjustment, but it's also a bit of a commute. Therefore I've been getting up quite a bit earlier than usual, and working on going to bed earlier to fit in a 40 minute commute.
Friday night when I got home from work I basically sat down and dozed off at 6:30 with the lights on and everything. That means when I woke up four hours later I was pretty much done sleeping for the night. I basically just wandered around my apartment, made some dinner, watched some TV…. wandered around, fixed some cereal… browsed through Netflix, filtered through Pinterest…. Finally I started some random movie on Netflix at about 4 in the morning, and got a little drowsy. I took that as I sign and finally went back to sleep at around 5 am!
Believe it or not, this was actually a ton of fun! It's like the best feeling in the world when you don't have to set an alarm for the next day because you know you don't have anything pressing the next day (like work). Also, it felt odd, like I was recovering from an illness or something. Either way, it was nice having an excuse to watch TV way into the night, and then sleep in the next day.
Saturday night I decided I had no interest in leaving the apartment after a day full of errands. I picked up some delicious pizza from The Pie, and around 11 pm I fell asleep on my love sac. That's surprisingly early for me to fall asleep on a Saturday night, and usually I make it to my actual bed sometime in the middle of the night. It was probably close to 6 when I did wake up, and thanks to Daylight Savings time, I lost another hour. Lame. Also, I was too tired, and very confused when I did wake up for real, and I was convinced my phone clock was lying to me. That's my excuse for being really late to church this morning.
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