When I was in high school, a friend of mine burst out in a parody version of the “I Could Have Danced All Night” number from My Fair Lady that made me giggle…and then sigh…because it is so true.
” I could have slept all night, I could have slept all night,
And still have begged for more.”
I went through a phase during my teenaged years where I slept as much as I could every chance I got. Looking back, I’m really glad that I did that. While it didn’t make for very interesting diary entries (“Took a nap today and it was awesome!”), it was arguably the last time that I’ll be able to do that for the next thirty years or so. Seriously, I would give much to be able to have the two naps a day that my baby and my toddler fight so vociferously. I’ve come to the determination that naps are totally wasted on the young. I’ll make a deal with you, guys; you do the laundry for me, and I’ll take the naps for you. Deal? I didn’t think so.
Can we digress for a moment and talk about diary entries? I know it’s fairly off-topic, but even as uninteresting as my sleepy entries will be to people decades and centuries from now, I have to believe that they will still be more interesting than the entries in George Washington’s diaries. I studied those suckers in high school and it still blows my mind that a guy that awesome had such mind-numbingly boring things to saw. Seriously. All four volumes were entirely comprised of how many miles he rode on his horse or what he had for dinner that day. Where the heck were the entries on crossing the Delaware, or the awful winter at Valley Forge, or meeting Martha, or when he got his new dentures? I’m just saying. Mix it up a little, George! P.S. I’m still a huge fan. Huge.
Anyway. The last couple of days, I’ve been so tired that it physically hurts. I sat down today to grade a couple of math lessons and woke up an hour later. I’m going to chalk that up to the epic weekend and being pregnant. (Energy, you should be back by now. I’m giving you notice. The books say you should be back, so where the heck are you?!!) I’ve been going to bed at the time that an average adult might for the last few nights, and I’m telling you, it ain’t worth getting to stay up late with the grown-ups.
That song from My Fair Lady is stuck in my head. And now it’s in yours, too. You’re welcome…and good night.