It’s no secret that I love to sleep.  Of course, as a parent, I still love sleep, I just don’t get to do as much of it as I used to.  I catch sleep when I can – in the car (while my husband is driving of course) on a 15 minute drive to a friend’s house or at the car dealership while I wait for the diagnostic on my car.  But, I don’t always have moments where I can catch a quick power nap and after enough late nights and early morning workouts, exhaustion steps in.  Some of the side effects of exhaustion include, but are not limited to:

General hilarity.  It never fails that after a red-eye flight, as I’m going through customs, everything strikes me as hilarious.  He said, passport, HAHAHAHAHAHA.  Seriously, what is wrong with me?  I’m not sure, maybe it’s a defense mechanism.  Like my body is trying to generate enough energy to get me through to the next moment when I can sleep.

Loss of thought.  If I’m not finding everything hilarious, I’m walking around in a daze.  After an early morning workout, my brain shuts down and goes on auto pilot.  I’m not sure if it’s the lack of sleep or lack of oxygen or both, but on more than one occasion I have turned down the wrong street to go home.  You would think that I would notice it immediately after the turn, but usually it’s after a block when I realize that my surroundings are not familiar.

Loss of hearing.  I discovered this one yesterday and I think it goes along with my lack of thought process.  My ability to hear shuts down.  Yesterday at the gym, a guy asked me how much chalk was in the bucket.  It’s like I heard what he said, but didn’t process it.  I just smiled like an idiot.  Poor guy, he had to go ask someone else that was actually functioning.  Of course, that’s when my brain finally kicked and realized that I had been asked a question.  Too late.

Loss of spelling ability.  Instead of “fill out”, I e-mailed one of my vendors yesterday and asked them to “feel out” a spreadsheet for me.  Awesome.  I still haven’t heard back, maybe I should clarify what I meant?  That should be fun.

Willingness to skip a meal if it means I get sleep.  This is new.  I’m not one to miss a meal, but if missing a meal means I get some extra sleep, then bring on the weight loss. 

All this to say that I went to bed at 8 last night.  Clearly I was not in any condition to function.  Sleep glorious sleep.

How did I ever survive the first few months of motherhood?