I Hate Fridays

Nope, not that kind. The actual day of the week, before Saturday and after Thursday. I hate those. That is my Monday. But better yet, I cannot sleep like I should when going into work for one of those long nights. I maintain a first-shift schedule all through the week by keeping appointments, running errands, and attending school functions and meetings for Evan. When Friday hits, and I actually slept like a normal preson the night before, I just cannot close my eyes and drift off. I have tried everything and none of it works for me. Poor John has even tried playing with my hair, giving me massages. Anything to help me relax so I can drift off to dreamland. Perfect example: Here I am now, blogging about the need to sleep on Friday, when I should, in fact, be sleeping. Grrrr.

Hmmmm.

My kid is asleep on the floor somewhere amongst the boxes. He woke up and wandered downstairs in the middle of the night at some point. He's sweet, and snoring, and I am having a hard time waking him to get ready for school.

It is dark and rainy outside and I want more than anything to curl up with my blanket and go back to sleep, but I have to see him off, which pretty much sucks. NOT looking forward to waiting for the bus in the rain. I could sleep so well right now, which is saying something, because I cannot generally sleep much during the day for someone who works night shift. And I am on for the next three nights! Blah!