This past weekend my husband and I were chaperones on a camping trip with a group of young people from our church. I figured we’d come home slightly sleep deprived, but that was an understatement. By the time we got home yesterday afternoon I was literally dizzy…and I had an hour to get ready for my family arriving to celebrate my mother’s 80th birthday. I haven’t been that tired in a long time. I managed to keep myself awake until seven and then went to bed and slept for twelve hours. This morning I got up for two and then got so tired again I had to go back to sleep. And to think I used to pull all nighters, lol.
It shouldn’t have been so bad, but a couple of things led to the shortened nights. First, we stopped at McDonald’s on the way there Friday night and had frappes. If you haven’t had any of them yet you simply must! I’ll warn you ahead of time, though, that if you are prone to brain freeze let it warm up a bit first. I knew I’d be up late so I figured the drink would help me stay up a couple of hours past my usual ten o’clock bedtime. Well, at one thirty I’m lying on my mattress talking to another young lady who had a frappe and we’re asking ourselves, “What were we thinking?!” I’m not sure what time we eventually got to sleep (maybe three), but then at five thirty a couple of the young men got up (they slept outside in tents–we were in the house on the floor) and anyway they made a lot of noise and there was no sleeping after that.
Needless to say I couldn’t hang quite so long on Saturday night, especially after attending a comedy show where I laughed so much it hurt (Tim Hawkins is a funny guy). Around midnight I decided to call it a night. As other chaperones were up, I excused myself and went to bed. A couple hours later the other young lady in the room with me wakes me up wondering where the third one was. It’s something to wake up in the middle of the night to pitch black silence and realize there’s someone missing. Turns out she was downstairs and she came up right away when she heard us stirring. She couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to wake us, so when she finally came to bed we ended up talking for another hour and, you guessed it, I couldn’t sleep right after that. I figure I got maybe five or six hours’ sleep the whole weekend.
So yes, now I’m ready for bed again, still trying to play catchup on sleep. Sure is nice to sleep in my own bed again. Nite, all, zzzzzzz