On Mondays and Wednesdays we get up at six in the morning because Will has class at eight.  Every morning I pummel him awake (how the hell he doesn’t hear his loud ass blaring alarm clock is beyond me) and then, once he has left for school I go back to sleep.  The thing is, at six I usually feel like “I could totally just stay up and get some extra work done.”  And, truth be told, I probably could but nobody wants to see the lunatic I’d probably turn into by the time 2 or 3 rolled around.  So, I settle in on the couch with a DVD and think “I’ll just lay here and if I haven’t fallen asleep after this episode, I’ll just get back up again.”  And, of course, I always fall back to sleep and wake up again a couple of hours later.  Having the television on leads to some funky dreams, yo.

Weirdly, the only time I can fall asleep with the television or a radio on is when I need to take a nap.  At night, when its bed time and I’m settling in for the long haul, having noise grates on my nerves and keeps me awake.

Today after I woke up from my “morning nap” I was totally tired and was just about to talk myself into taking a day to just veg on the couch.  Thank God I had deadlines because they kept me awake and going and I’m really thankful for that.  If I had given in and just crashed on the couch all day I’d have gotten really irritated with myself for being such a work wuss.  I mean, for jeebus’ sake, I work from home.  My commute involves walking to the spare room.  It isn’t like it is a taxing endeavor.  More importantly, today I have gotten a lot done.  I’m working on entering a new type of writing and it is scary but it is also exciting and has far better “support my family” potential.  But it involves a LOT of work–chance taking “oh my god what do I do next?” ’s and letting myself take a day off from that would have been disastrous.  All it takes is one day of giving in and being lazy to completely bork your whole week (or month).

So… go me.  I had a case of the Monday’s this morning and I kicked its ass.