Tuesday, November 4, 2014

And now a word from my sleep deprivation

It’s no Ironman or anything, but I would say the exhaustion of being a parent volunteer trapped at a swim meet all weekend ranks right up there with…I dunno. Swimming in a swim meet all weekend, maybe. I had almost no voice afterward—a result of cheering for my kid, being the announcer for three days straight, and (mostly) trying to have shouted conversations with people in the world’s loudest venue. M.H. and I also had a planned but drastic deviation from our diets because we knew there wouldn’t be anything low-carb available there. By Sunday night, we had HAD IT in every possible way (including the “I never want to see Halloween candy again” way).

Then instead of resting and recovering on Monday, we jumped right back into getting up at 4:30 a.m.

I’ve been using those early mornings to go to yoga, sometimes, but mostly to work. It’s ridiculous how I’ve been living lately, actually. The days are short enough now that to say I work from sunup to sundown is an extreme understatement. Every afternoon, the setting sun hits my computer monitor in just the wrong way and causes a glare that makes it hard to work—and that’s how I know another day of my life is shot, because generally I haven’t set foot outside.

I know I need to make some changes, but right now I’m too tired to think of any solutions, other than writing a cathartic blog post and then getting back to taking a shovel to the giant pile of work.

P.S. to people who care about the swim meet: Mik did great! I wasn’t sure how it would go, because I know he’s exhausted, too, but he improved his times in eight out of eleven events and got his first “A” time, which is a big deal. His strokes look strong and much improved from last season.

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