Don’t you ever NOT feel like writing? my friend had asked on the phone the other day. I thought about that one. Not write? That’s a bit like not breathe, not eat, not love sexy shoes. When pigs fly, I thought, smiling at the images that popped into my mind.
I always feel like writing, I answered. Even if I’m not on a keyboard, or scribbling on paper with a pen, I’m writing in my head. That’s where the glazed expression comes from. (My sons, in particular, know that expression.)
Saturday morning, the impossible
You never know what may happen on a dark and mysterious night.
Ten hours of sleep? Moi? Ridiculous. I’m a challenged sleeper. OK. No euphemisms. I’m a terrible sleeper. And the dog always wakes me up even if I do have the occasional morning when I can sleep until 8.
If I get seven hours of sleep I’m loopy from the excess energy, the crisp clarity of my own thoughts, the snap-to-it organizational skills that jump to attention and set me to tedious tasks with fiery determination! Things get done, words pour out, I walk miles up and down my neighborhood hills with saucy spring in my step, and I bake!
The power of sleep
I confess I went to bed early, exhausted, after a long walk and a hard week. And for some unknown reason, the dog did not wake me until 9 a.m. I feel so rested that I could fly!
And guess what? I’m not in the mood to write!
So tell me…
Tell me, oh weary workers, oh overloaded overachievers, oh piqued and pooped parents – what happens to you when you get a real night’s sleep and a few hours to yourself?
I’m heady with the possibilities! But for now, I’m going to bask in this glorious sensation of calm, find a classic film on TCM, then watch US Open Tennis (hopefully no longer rained out). Later, I suspect I’ll enjoy a wonderful walk, in my favorite implausible tennis shoes – of course.
What do you do when you find yourself with half a day off and fully rested?
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I love the converse all star heels! I try always to get enough sleep, but like you say — that’s a relative term. I usually stay in a state of semi-sleep and my standard for what constitutes enough sleep has slipped recently. However, on the occasion that I do sleep the requisite 8 hours, I too feel loopy and overly exuberant. I think it’s a little like the alcoholic who doesn’t know what to do with himself when he’s thinking straight! I love writing too. I probably crank out easily 3k words a day. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
I don’t think I’ve ever visited you before. I’m remiss for the omission. Glad I found you, or rather, you found me! 🙂 I’ll be coming back.
Hey Ms. B
Wish I could relate this morning. My little girl woke me up at least 5 times during the night with a fever and was complaining about a boo-boo on her lip 🙁
Now we are crashed on the couch, it is raining outside and skipping our saturday activities, which she wants to go to dance class, but i dont think the other parents would want her to go.
Now it looks like a have a low-key weekend entertaining a sick 4 year old, instead of out enjoying play time (still would be with a 4 year old)
Have a great weekend!
-Jason
My God girl.. you can talk! I have to say your blog is impressive and professional! Hasn’t anyone asked you to join their high-powered fabulous entertainment news staff yet??? Why not set your goal as the “I’m-shorter-than-Joan-Rivers” (believe it) red carpet interviewer? I’d LOVE to watch you squeeze in there with a mic and ask Nicole Kidman about her shoes…*sighs thinking about it* *slight follow up chuckle*
When I get a few moments, I feed my lack of mental stimulation with all that technology offers…. videos on quantum physics, blogs my friends write, Second Life (making it more fun than real life), online apps for the iphone (my new toy) and Facebook. Notice exercise is not in the list – I occasionally muse about the types of exercise that might be interesting but I’d much rather watch others getting in shape while sipping a glass of fine red.
Oh I just remembered … there once was a girl who I knew that threw away the top piece of bread on every hamburger or sandwich; and who also spent a lunch hour briskly walking around the block in walking shoes… stilettos heaped in her cubical.
btw… i’m sure you’re using the expression “pooped parents” loosely… HA HA AH AHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Ok I also have random thoughts…