Wednesday, November 26, 2014

The Last Thing I Need Is Tryptophan

Precocious Daughter is on Thanksgiving break. That means she gets to stay up pretty much as late as she wants.

She's a bit of a night owl.
I haven't been on Thanksgiving break. I've been going to work this week (although - woohoo! - four-day weekend coming up). That means I need to sleep at night, preferably for seven or eight hours.

Our schedules have been amazingly incompatible.

My schedule is in the red trunks.
The last several nights have gone something like this:

At some point in the evening, PDaughter gets on Facetime with her boyfriend.

I go to bed at a reasonable hour.

I then toss and turn for several hours, half-dozing, half hearing muffled teenage giggles mixed with "Friends" episodes on Nick at Nite.

Eventually I get up and trudge bleary-eyed to PDaughter's room and say, "It's whatever o'clock. Wrap up your conversation and go to bed."

I toss and turn for a while longer until I finally fall asleep, at which point I have weird-ass dreams until my alarm goes off.

Every night, whatever o'clock has gotten a little later, my dreams have gotten much weirder, and I've awoken progressively tired.

Right now I should be getting stuff ready in advance for tomorrow's Thanksgiving dinner. But I'm freaking exhausted. And I have to get up early to stick old Tom Turkey's butt in the oven for the big roast.

I find this turkey oddly sensual.
Because of exhaustion. Yes, that's it.
But screw it. I need sleep. Perhaps the Thanksgiving elves will whip up some dishes overnight. Or maybe I'll get up in the morning remarkably refreshed and put together a masterpiece with renewed vigor and surprisingly little effort.

Dear Lord, I'm delirious.

Anyway, I'm going to bed very, very soon. If I hear PDaughter giggling at 2:00 a.m., I don't think it will be Cool Mom who gets out of bed to shush her. I think Crazy Mom will be up at bat.

Or maybe I should try some soundproofing.



  1. That's why bedtime is the same for all of us. If they want to read quietly in their rooms, that is an option...but otherwise everyone is in bed asleep. There are several if which is we are mean. ;)

    Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

  2. Please eat Erdogan there. The people of West Asia will thank you.


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