Sleep Deprivation

I have not had one wink of sleep in the last, wait I almost did math - let me just say that it is 8:15AM and I did not sleep a wink last night. I think I have a disorder, either that or I grabbed a diet coke with caffeine instead of without around 8:00PM, and I am going through some great sensitivity to caffeine these days. I sat looking around like Wile E Coyote big. bloodshot, bug eyes, (I don't think I even blinked) until about 4:15 this morning. Everyone knows there is no point in going to sleep at that hour because it will just mess me up for a week.


The only high point is that I got to talk to Denim Dan and have an actual conversation with him before he went to work. You know, something more than:

Dan - Good Morning

Me: ugh yeah

Dan - What do you have going today?

Me - dunno I'll let you know when it starts

Dan - Well, have a good day I Love you

Me - ugh yeah me too!

Now let me just go on record and say that I started these early morning conversations. After we had been dating for about a year, I had some delusional idea that he should call me on his way to work. I wanted his voice to be the first voice I heard when I started my day. I thought, how wonderful to start the day talking to friend instead of foe. (With 3 almost grown boys - it is always a crap shoot what I will get when I wake them up.) There were two things wrong with that plan, besides how absolutely sickening sweet and mushy it was.

1. That I would actually be able to talk to anyone at that hour

2. That my day would start at that hour

But the tradition continues and a morning does not go by that I don’t speak to him before I speak to anyone else. Even if it is kind of sappy, and even if it is at an ungodly hour, I find comfort starting my day that way.

You see, Denim Dan wakes the roosters up when he leaves for work, and then he wakes me up.

But today we actually had a conversation. Here is what I learned. As much as I Love Denim Dan, I don't really enjoy speaking to him at that hour of the morning. Or maybe I should say he didn't enjoy me speaking to him at that hour. I was bursting with stories of my all night adventure. Things I learned while surfing the web, random thoughts I had, plans I had made for the next 10 years of our life together. (I have completely planned 4 great vacations) And he just wanted to say good morning as he does every morning then continue with the morning news on the radio; I could hear it in his voice. So I shut up, and when I see him this evening, I will be to exhausted to talk, so all of that stuff that is rattling around in my head will be lost. I think that is why our relationship works. He respects that my mind moves at 90 miles an hour, I respect that sometimes; ok maybe a lot of times, he just wants me to shut up.