A vampire rut, actually.
No, this does not mean I've taken to drinking blood or reading the Twilight series (Thank God). But I have developed an inability to sleep when the sun is down and I'm getting pretty sick of it. I've been averaging only a few hours of sleep a night for the past couple months, leaving me utterly exhausted during the day. I've established a pretty good routine of napping while Kennedy naps, though - which might seem like a good solution...but I think it's only made matters worse. I've tried to make myself stay awake all day in hopes of being tired enough to actually sleep at night, but staying awake all day has become one of the hardest tasks EVER. The whole thing got annoying enough that I finally went to the doctor a couple weeks ago to get a blood test, and was told the very strange news that I apparently had Mono (a virus that causes extreme fatigue and generally awful feelings for weeks or even months) at some point recently, but it is no longer "active," meaning I am no longer contagious and don't require any treatment, but am still obviously feeling the effects. Even weirder, Mono is usually contracted through kissing...and my husband doesn't have it...so apparently I've been accosted by other fellow Mono-carrying vampires in my sleep (or some other explanation that makes more sense...I just haven't figured it out).
Despite the Mono, however, I am still struggling to sleep at night like a normal non-vampire person...except for the fact that Pete and I went to Vegas last week and I had no problem falling asleep (or sleeping like a rock) in the amazing bed at Encore, sans children and school and everyday life. This phenomenon has led to me being incredibly mopey ever since we got home and spending an extraordinary amount of time trying to conjure up reasons that we could 1) justify, 2) afford, and 3) do something with the children to allow a return trip as soon as humanly possible. Of course I've also been doing homework, playing with Kennedy, Pinterest-ing ideas to redecorate our bedroom, and stressing over the issue of whether or not I am going to try to go back to work in the fall. This may not sound like a true rut...but that's because I haven't mentioned the fact that I have no energy or motivation to unpack...or clean the house...or do laundry...or go grocery shopping...or get outside...or even put real clothes on. Yup, I'm in a rut. And all I want to do is sleep. In a Wynn Dream Bed at Encore. Mmmmm.
But alas, homework, a hungry baby and an episode of Gilmore Girls are all calling my name, so I guess that dream will have to wait.
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