“I’m going to bed early tonight!”
How many times have I said those words over the last couple of weeks? Don’t know. Lost count. And always something happens that prevents it: errands to be run after work, political stuff to do, calls to make, Daily Show and Colbert Report to watch. I just can’t seem to get to bed before 11:30pm (on a good night). And since I’m supposed to be up by 5:30am and out of the house by 6:30amm well, you can imagine how tired I get. (You can also imagine how many times I don’t make it out of the house by 6:30am.)
So the last two nights, I finally made it to bed early – Monday around 8:30pm and last night around 9:30pm.
Except, not so much.
Monday I woke up at 10pm, couldn’t fall back to sleep, so I called up HSTeacher. I’ve gotten into the habit of calling him at night, so I’m thinking my subconscious decided that I couldn’t properly sleep without talking to him. So I did. Until 11:38pm.
And last night? We spoke around 9pm for only about fifteen minutes (which was fine because we were both tired and he’d had a very long day), then I rolled over and went to sleep. At about 10:30pm my cell phone rang. It was a dear friend I hadn’t talked to in a long time, returning my earlier phone call. When we rung off I looked at the time. 11:32pm.
Oy. And vey.
Tonight! Tonight I’m going to sleep ear…
Oh, who am I kidding?