I get pretty jealous when I read blogs and tweets and hear about all of these writers who stay up until all hours of the night getting stuff done.
I just can't do it. I CAN'T. I NEED to be in bed by 11pm or I can't function.
I'm really wishing I was one of those people who could be perky and productive with only 5 hours of sleep, but, seriously, if I don't get a full eight hours I am completely useless to the world.*
I'm thinking of all of the things I could get done with those extra hours at night. I'm making molasses-like progress on my WIP. I could go three times faster if I didn't need to fall asleep so early! Oh, the blogs I could write! Oh, the books I could read!
And the most irritating thing is that every night this week I have fallen asleep on the couch at around 7 or 8pm.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE taking naps. But I have precious little time at night after work as it is. And did I mention that these naps have been in the TWO HOUR range? And then I still go to sleep at 11!
I'm blaming it on the fact that it is finals week at school, which is making all of the students INSANE. And insane students turn me into this emotionally exhausted shell of the person I once was. I almost had a nervous breakdown today when they walked in the class and cried, "WHAT? WE HAVE A FINAL TODAY?", when, for the love of Pete, I've been telling them about it every day for the past three weeks.
So I'm thinking that's why I can barely keep my eyes open when I get home these days.**
It's made me sad, though, because I've had so much I wanted to do. I got some great comments on a chapter from a CP that I wanted to implement. I have an online crit group that has been sorely neglected and has tons of stuff that needs my comments. There is the MFA ap essay that I keep writing the really killer first sentence of. And then there is this blog. Man, do I feel bad that all of these people came over from the Mr. Linky's on Tahereh's blog and found that whiny post waiting for them.***
Anyway, today after the kids left my room and I was done crying, I went and got a massage. And I kinda, sorta fell asleep there for a little bit. And now I feel like a new person, and I'm going to try to be productive this evening and NOT fall asleep on the couch at 7pm like the rest of this week.
I'll still have to be in bed by 11, though. There's nothing we can do about that.
*Please spare me the "wait until you have kids!" Why do you think I DON'T have kids?
**Well, maybe Tuesday was because of these tacos we got for dinner. I don't know WHAT was in the tacos, but my husband and I both fell asleep after eating them. He even slept through the Lakers game, so you know there was some serious sedative in those tacos.
***Sorry, new people! Please stick around!