Morning Grouch

Why is it most Monday mornings I feel like Oscar the Grouch? You would think after someone reaches the age of 46 - I mean, 29 years old, they would be better equiped to handle the morning.

Unfortunately, I'm not one of those people. For years now, I have suffered from insomnia, along with persistant heartburn and sleep apnea, so I normally only sleep about 4 hours a night. Most days I can handle things just fine, but Monday mornings are the exception.

My sleep cycle gets totally screwed up over the weekend, with me sleeping a few hours on and off all weekend long. Usually Sundays are the worst!

This Sunday, I was awake until 5 in the morning, before I dropped off for a cat nap until 8:30. I was then able to do some writing and read a few chapters in a new book (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo - it is excellent!) until about 11, when I promptly fell asleep for another cat nap. I was up again by 1:30, ready to take my daughter to her Teen Writing Workshop. We were back home by 4:30, so I went ahead and started supper - after all, a pot of chili can simmer while I take another cat nap.

I was dosing again by 6, missing all the evening news. Believe it or not, I went all day Sunday without any political news - this is probably a first for me! By this time, I am totally awake ...

...and I proceeded to be awake until 4:30 this morning before I fell asleep in my recling chair! My daughter gets up at 6, so I heard her stirring around, but was unable to pull my head out from under the covers. I grumbled a quick "I love you" as she went out the door at 7:15. Then I started the long task of trying to pull my aching body out of the chair. Man, why do Mondays have to come so soon!