I feel like a doofus. I’ve experienced 59 time changes in my life and, with a one-hour differential, this is something I experience pretty regularly — my parents live in central time; I live in eastern time. I visit monthly. (That sort of makes me sound like Aunt Flo …)
For some reason, I’m having a helluva time dealing with this most recent change … which was MORE THAN ONE WEEK AGO.
On weeknights, I’m in bed between midnight and 12:30 a.m., and my wind-down routine usually involves repeats of “Friends” on Nick at Night or curling up with whichever book I’m currently engrossed in. I wash up. I get in bed. I set my alarm. Jeff stays up later than I do, so he tucks me in (awww), and I’m usually asleep within 20 minutes.
My alarm goes off at 8:20 a.m. This is a pretty late time to go off, I know, and I love it everyday that I don’t need to be in the office until 9:30. I’m not a night owl — I thought I was, but Jeff will stay up until 4:30 a.m. reading on a work night, multiple times a week, so I know I’m at best a night hummingbird — but I do prefer to stay up late and sleep in.
This schedule gives me between seven and eight hours of sleep a night, which I need (and is also reason No. 382 I don’t want kids — I have no interest in experiencing late-night feedings/changings/anything that wakes me up’ings). Since the time change MORE THAN ONE WEEK AGO, this has not changed. I go to bed at the same time, I get the same amount of sleep, I wake up at the same time.
But my morning routine has changed, if only slightly. I’m typically a hit-the-snooze-one-time kinda gal. Lately, I’ve been hitting it twice — and falling asleep and dreaming within each 10-minute interval.
So I know I’m not on crack — my body seriously is still exhausted if I’m actually dreaming during this brief respite. But I have no idea why this is. No other change has been made.
Hey, people who are smarter than I am: What the heck is going on? A recent conversation with my almost mother-in-law, Char, has me wondering if it’s something I don’t even know about. I’ve had a lot of stuff going on personally, and my nerves have been affecting my belly. I have a big-time nervous belly.
The thing is, I’m not a nervous person. My brain doesn’t feel nervous. I’m not a worrier. But Char pointed out: I internalize things. I may not feel worried or freaked out, but my body is. It’s that part of the brain that does its thing without my knowledge, I guess.
So maybe this exhaustion is just a result of the more-worry-than-usual going on for me. (Don’t feel bad, I’m not freaking out or anything — but any worry for me is a lot. I know, you can hate me.)
For now, I’m dealing with the exhaustion the best way I know how.