What A Refreshing and Delightful Treat

Last night around 10:15 I made an announcement to my husband, who was completely engrossed in my TiVo’d Oprah epsiode (it was about some guys who were shocked to learn that their father was secretly a bank robber, and we all know that the male gender is incapable of turning away from stories about bank robbery, fire, high-speed chases, or fugitives being brought to justice).

“I’m going to bed,” I said, as if a completely novel idea had occurred to me, this notion that I could get in bed before midnight.

“At TEN?!?!”

“Yes. I’m going to bed.”

And I did, y’all. I did.

You can imagine my surprise, when I woke up at dark o’clock this morning, to find that I was rested. Refreshed, in fact. Ready to conquer whatever the day had in store.

I’ve always been a night owl. I’ve programmed myself not to be so much of one out of sheer necessity, but given my druthers (does anyone know what “druthers” are, by the way? I throw that phrase around like I know exactly what it means, but for all I know what I’m really saying is “given my flags” or “given my peanuts” or “given my churns”), I’d stay up until 2 or 3 and sleep until 10 or 11. Every single day.

My brother-in-law loves to tell a story from one of my annual summer visits with him and my sister in Nashville. However, I should preface this story with a critical bit of information. When I arrived in Nashville for this particular visit, I was greeted by a large grocery sack filled with paperback books. A co-worker of my sister’s had cleaned out her bookshelves, apparently, and my sister was the beneficiary. Because I have always been a reader, that paper sack might as well have been filled with, as we like to say in the South, cash money. It was a treasure trove, that’s what it was. And I started reading the books about – oh, roughly? – 11 or 12 minutes after my arrival in Music City, USA.

Over the course of the week, I’d stayed up later and later, reading one book right after another, which is characteristic of that enjoyable OCD part of me that can’t do anything in increments. If I’m going to read a book, I want to sit down and finish it, even if it means ignoring, you know, “childcare” and “responsibilities” and “appointments.” By the same token, if I’m going to start a project, I need a block of time to devote my entire life to painting that wall or chopping that wood (and I cannot tell you how many times wood chopping has been the order of the day). My point is, there’s no happy medium with me. At all. (Side note: I like to claim that I’m a “laid-back” person, but whenever I say that David gets this quizzical look on his face and then he points at me and laughs dementedly. So maybe “laid-back” isn’t the best adjective to describe my personality. Perhaps “high strung” is slightly more accurate).

Anyway, imagine Barry’s surprise when he returned home from work one summer Thursday – at approximately 5 in the afternoon, mind you – and discovered that I had just stumbled out of bed. Only moments before, in fact. And the only reason I got out of bed was because I heard his car coming down the driveway; otherwise I would’ve racked out until 6 or 7, at least. Oh, I tried to fake it like I had been up and productive for HOURS, but he didn’t fall for my sneaky scheme. Something about my slitted eyes and wrinkled pajamas gave me away.

Which brings me back to my startling announcement last night. Since I started this blog(o-rama!), I have stayed awake, on a regular basis, until the wee hours of the morning. Check out the times I’ve posted some of this stuff. For some reason, it’s like the creative juices don’t start to flow (and I HATE that metaphor, by the way, but I can’t think of another one) until at least 10 or 11 at night. But last night, interweb friends, I forsook you for some precious extra sleep. It was delightful.

The best part? I’m so rested and refreshed that, tonight, I’ll be able to stay up late again! And the vicious sleep cycle continues….

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Comments

  1. BooMama,you know I am your kindred spirit in all things nocturnal. I do recall many a wee hour spent roaming the halls of Hathorn striking “Charlie’s Angels” poses as we rounded corners.

    I still stay up too late, and everyday, I promise myself I’m going to go to bed at 10, but it just never happens. Unless of course I depend on Ambien, which is lovely.

    I’m proud of you for taking the plunge, if only for one night.

  2. I just can’t get past the feeling, even at 36, that if I go to bed early, I’m missing something.

    I occasionally will take one Tylenol PM – two is too much – to help me sleep, but it’s really not very effective if you take it at midnight because you hope to be asleep by one so that you can wake up at six. :-)

  3. You know I’ve never had a problem sleeping. A good nap is the best gift you can ever give yourself. Does wonders.

    p.s. Are Daph and I gonna win a prize for the most comments?

  4. While I pride myself in being THE nocturnal one, (I’m the reason the Chi O mascot is an owl) after 2 days full of back to back meetings AND 2 parties of the-guests-who-wouldn’t-leave (it HAS to be a full moon), I am crying “UNCLE!”. Enough. I give.
    Oh, I am so in love with my bed right now.
    Nighty-night. 8)

  5. You bring up an excellent point. I learned to be a night owl from a sister and a brother who have mastered the art. Sister has been known to make a fresh pot of coffee at midnight and then sew draperies and rearrange furniture until daybreak. Brother has been known to mix a fresh cocktail at midnight and put on DVD while simultaneously listening to Dean Martin Christmas carols and reading football recruiting news on the internet.

    So I get it honest, is all I’m sayin’.

  6. Oh, Merritt, I do hope our prize for “sucking the most time from our personal lives to spend engulfed in BooMama’s blog” involves some sort of home-cooked specialty from BooMama’s kitchen. :)

  7. That is CERTAINLY one of my favorite stories of that era. Another remembrance that surfaces occasionally is actually a quote from Sophie describing that lovely and very itchy polyester quilt that was on the guest bed; “I’ll bet that would be delightful to the skin on a hot summer night.” :)

  8. The sarcasm started early, it did – and hasn’t let up, I’m afraid. I’d forgotten about that – but happy to see that my personality was solidly in place at the ripe old age of 14. :-)

  9. And Daph and Merritt – I’m sure something can be arranged.

    So happy that I can steal time from your children and husbands on a daily basis. You flatter me. ;-)

  10. Last night I watched TV until 2:00 and then went to bed. I woke up at 6:15 pretty rested. The night before I watched House Hunters and My Parents House on HGTV until 1:00. Tonight…no tellin

  11. I’ve never seen My Parents’ House – what is that one? I TiVo House Hunters every single day and watch it religiously. It’s the best one, especially now on the newer episodes when they tell the prices. I’m also TiVo’ing Buy Me – because it’s Canadians and they all say things like “I expect for my house to be sold in 3 days” and they’re REAL rude to each other.

    I like to think 5 hours is my perfect amount of sleep, but I really need more like 7. I’ve been asleep before 11 every night this week – I guess I’m TARRED. :-)

  12. I don’t know if you really wanted to know, but I know what “druthers” are.

    I am reading some BooMama archives (Jan 31), because you’re a hoot with a heart (feel free to use that), and reading you makes me feel funnier. . . .

    Anyway, “I’d rather,” translates into some sort of Southern jargon as “druther.” Now, do if you can tell me why we say, “fixin’ to” or “do what?” I’d be grateful.