IMAG0011.jpg Why? Because by Monday, I somewhat resemble a zombie, except the whole yearning to eat your brains part.

Here’s the drill:

On Saturdays I usually sleep until 9 or 10, depending on how late I stayed up Friday night. I try to nap a few hours later so I can make it through the night.

I work 8pm-8am.

If I’m still in pretty good shape, I stay for a little while and talk to the next person on, then go to the 9am service and am usually back home and in bed by 11am. If I feel completely zonked, I just go straight home and am in bed by 9am. I sleep all day, but I can rarely sleep more than four hours at a stretch. I get up at 7pm, just enough time to take a shower and get to work.

I work 8pm-8am again.

When I get home, Tom’s just gotten back from dropping the kids off at school. Since Tom’s schedule is pretty open on Mondays, he usually makes breakfast and we talk for quite a while.

This is where I try to flip my schedule back to The Land of the Living.

I take a nap and try to get up the first time I wake so it’s not longer than a few hours. Then I spend the rest of the day on autopilot, shuffling around the house drooling and not making much sense to anyone. I’m usually ready for bed by 7pm, but I try to push myself to stay up til 10 or 11 so I don’t wake up too early and throw off my Tuesday, because I work second shift and have to make it through midnight.

And every single Monday around suppertime, I ask Tom, “Am I always this tired on Mondays?”

And because he’s wonderful and patient, he just says, “Yes; yes, you are and that’s understandable. You just worked 24 hours in the last 36ish.” And he doesn’t even point out that I’ve asked him this every stinking Monday for the last 8 months.

I have the sneaking suspicion that NaBloPoMo and Mondays aren’t going to be BFFs.

Oh, look at that; I’ve put you to sleep by writing about my sleep. Isn’t that ironic?

Don’t you think?

*wanders off muttering the rest of the lyrics and answering the most demanding of the voices in my head*

One Response to “I Hate Mondays and other other painfully obvious crap like that.”
  1. BEG says:

    I used to work the graveyard shift through the week and flip back on the weekends in order to actually spend time with family and friends. It made for some interesting times.

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