I work until 1:30 am most nights, and tend to be in bed by 2:00 am. I get up at 6:00 am, thanks to small humans, and have to stay up all day long so they don't spend all day watching Judge Judy and eating all the sugar snacks and drawing on the walls.
Four hours, if I can fall asleep right away. This is probably not enough and here's how I know:
Last night I checked the calendar, checked my phone, and got dressed for work. Once punched in, I noticed my name was not on the list. I checked the master list, then I checked my phone again. No shift. I very clearly saw that I had to work while home. Nothing now.
I was embarrassed and sleepy and obviously delusional, because even though they were fine with me heading home I decided to stay and work for five hours. I was already there, right?
When I was done, I took my phone over to the master schedule and checked the dates. It was then I noticed that, because I worked on my day off, I was now going to work a seven-day stretch without rest.
That's awesome.
At least with my big check I can buy lots of coffee.
Sleep is for healthy, sane people.
My internal monologue sounded something (maybe exactly) like this...
What is the strangest thing you've done in a sleep-deprived stupor?
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