7:30, Really?!?

Hibernation – maybe. SAD – potentially. PMS – definitely at certain times. Aging – could be. Mommydom – perhaps. Preggers – NO.

No matter what the reason…I’ve got the symptoms. The “I’m so exhausted I’m going to pass out on the couch at 7:08 p.m., pretend it’s a nap, then wake at 9:30 to finally trudge up to bed” disease.

Sure, last week I could blame it on the sinus infection, but there was absolutely no excuse this Saturday evening as I pulled this stunt for what was the fourth time this week. Despite waking at 6:40 a.m., our first round of swim lessons, baking for the watch party and making our way to Lawrence, I had no reason to be yearning for Zzzzs. I mean, these are activities I can do in my sleep and have for years and years and years, so what gives? And to catch the hubs’ face as I make the walk of shame is well, just that: shameful.

I suppose I could give the tried and true a shot: “little” things like eating healthy, doing some physical activity, meditating, finding work/life balance, etc., but really, who has time for that? I think given these options, I’d rather just sleep…

Any cures up your sleeve you can share? Cause I’d sure appreciate you passing them along…but for now, I’ll catch you in the morning because as you’ll see, it’s well past my bedtime…