After a long week at work and a busy week at home…I’m tired.
We do earn our weekends!
Unless you are a nurse (or even a firewife, the more I think of it) then, there is really no such thing as knowing that every weekend is your very own.
I was thinking about how much sleep I need.
A straight 8.
If I get that, I am feeling good…less, not so much.
How about you?
When I was a night nurse and single, I could (and often would) sleep for 12-16 hours every chance I got. I was skilled!
Sleep, sweet sleep.
Once, when I was in high school, I was so exhausted that I did NOT want to get up.
I know, I know, but I mean it was worse than usual.
But I was not sick, so there was no excuse for me. However, mom had not gotten back from her nursing shift yet and so I told my bro who was supposed to drive me to school that I was staying home sick.
Then, I opened my closet, made a nest and got into it.
Yep, I slept all day in my closet… (stop laughing!)
That poor mom of mine got home and went to bed after her night shift. And we both enjoyed that sweet bliss, known as sleep.
Thankfully, we did not own a gun, or things could have gotten ugly!
But I digress…later that afternoon, brothers began arriving home.
Before long, I heard footsteps… and then, the closet door swung open!
“BUSTED!” shouted annoying brother #3, laughing his bottom off, “Wait until Mom hears this!”
But you know what…I didn’t get in trouble! (Ha, ha, annoying brother, picture me sticking my tongue out here)
My mom later said, if I was so exhausted that I was willing to sleep in the closet, then she was willing to turn a blind eye to the infraction.
But, I was instructed not to do it again.
Sometimes, for old time sake, I get my pillows and blankets and sleep for the day in my closet…
Had you going! LOL!