Things I’ve done this evening:
Laundry
Watched movie online
Knit
Surfed the net
Wished my niece a happy birthday
I really should have been asleep 2 1/2 hours ago, or so, but…no dice.
So, what are your recommendations for falling asleep? Count sheep? Read a book? Drink warm milk? None of these seem to work consistently for me.
So…it’s another work week and I’ll be sleep-deprived in the morning
What’s your week going to be like?
Happy Monday, all!
God I wish I knew the secret. I’m frequently awake until the sun comes up 
And that’s WITH my medication.
Shrug, when I wake up and can’t stay in bed, I don’t try to fall asleep, I just get up and do whatever. If that leads to feeling sleepy again and it’s early enough to warrant it, I go back to bed, and if not, I figure I didn’t need more sleep anyway. After almost 40 years of “fall asleep with the kind of speed which explains the expression ‘fall asleep’, wake up in time for breakfast”, I’ve reached the age of “wake up midway through the night to pee” but not yet the age of “wake up midway through the night, spend three hours puttering about, go back to sleep until midmorning”.
I’m confused. I’m not an accountant: accounting was one of the optionals we had in high school, but I picked draftsmanship as I wanted to be an Enginerd (I already had the -nerd down pat). Littlebro is in Finance, Dad’s training was in Finance, Dad’s Dad stopped teaching Analytical Accounting on the year he would have had Dad as a student, several other relatives on that side have had jobs related to taxes or finance, but not me. For me, Finance is “those people you try to avoid pissing off and, in general, avoid”.
And yet, I seem to know more about how Accounting, and specifically Analytical Accounting (Controlling) work in SAP than our finance types. So far, every time they were saying one thing and I was saying another (with my best look of schoolgirl innocence, I try to channel a mix between Akane Tendo and Miss Piggy), it turns out I happened to be right. WTF[sup]∞[/sup]?
I sleep that way too, but it’s somewhat more voluntary. When I want to change it, I usually just start holding out later and later when I feel sleepy, no more than an hour later each time.* I used to just try and stay up until the next day, but that never worked. Gradual changes work better.
Now, if you aren’t sleeping at all, that probably won’t help.
And, yes, I hate it when it seems like you know more than the professionals. I mean, I usually think it’s just hubris, but sometimes it does seem that I’m right.
Also, I can’t wait until Wednesday. Not Thursday, because Thanksgiving isn’t going to be that great this year. But Wednesday is when the school gets out and 2/3 of my housemates will be home all day.
*Your internal clock is actually on a 25 hour cycle, and only seeing the sun coverts it to a 24 hour one.
It’s 3:30 AM, I was rudely awakened by a phone call from neighbor Fred. Seems Mrs. Fred slid out of bed and needed assistance getting back up, what with being elderly and extremely infirm. I got the job done.
Now, I’ve set my back pain back a week from lifting, and I have an hour before the alarm goes off to get me up. Do I even bother trying to sleep some more?
I think this is the first time one of my slice of life updates fit directly in to an OP.
if no one steps up for 11/29, I regale you with tales of my adventure on the LISound Ferry
Just took a long, hot bath–going to try to fall asleep again before I haave to wake up for work at 8 AM
Left to my own devices, I tend to drift into a 3 am - 11 am sleep schedule. Of course work and kids (and dogs, on the weekend…) means I am not left to my own devices.
So I go to sleep around 23:30, usually manage to fall asleep, then wake up at 1:30 or so, putter around for an hour or so, then I can finally get to sleep. And get up at 7.
8:30 or so if it’s Saturday…
Yeah, I’m pretty much tired all of the time.
:sigh: Sounds like me and the Marketing people. How come I know more about our product – from a POV of the end-user – than the people who are freaking supposed to sell and then operate the damn thing…? :mad:
I usually go to bed at 1:30, and wake up at 6.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ here. Yeah, I did sleep all night. So There! 
I’ve really never had a problem with sleepin’. I can adjust to whatever schedule I need to adjust for sleep. Like last night. I went to bed around 10:30 and got up at 6 a.m. So, I’m no help with insomnia.
Today I am makin’ two sweet N.O.T. pies for OYKW’s office thingy tomorrow. I’m all nice like that dammit! Tomorrow will start Turkey Day preparations in earnest. I plan on makin’ a cranberry sallit, which I despise but folks seem to like it for whatever reason. Weird that I can make sump’n I can’t stand but apparently make it well. I will also make two more sweet N.O.T. pies for Turkey Day. The collard greens are already cleaned (see the last MMP) and ready to be cooked which will happen on Wednesday. Wednesday I will get the cornbread dressin’ ready to be baked on TDay as well as prep the turkey so it can go in the oven TDay mornin’. Other veggies and sides are bein’ brought by others who will be here for the feast. Oh and I’m makin’ candied sweet N.O.T. cause well, I like 'em and I make ‘em good! Also I am in charge of gravy cause, as we all know, if’n the giblet gravy ain’t right then there’s no use in havin’ a TDay feast. It’s all about the gravy! I’m all anal about the gravy but I come by it honest. My entire family is anal about giblet gravy. Thus, it’s genetic.
Ima go visit family on Firday. We’ll all get together for a feast on Sattidy. So, I get to go up and be bossed around by mom and sis as the feast gets cooked. Envy me.
Now it’s time for more caffiene and some brekkies.
Happy Monday Y’all!
I was dozing in front of the tv, listening to a recorded episode of CSI until my kids began making comments just loud enough to break my doze. They sent me off to bed, but of course now I am awake, and so now I will surf a little, then lie (lay?) down with the new Stephen King and read until the book hits me in the face, and then I will sleep. Super busy day tomorrow packing, the movers will be here Tuesday morning and after that it’s just too bad if it didn’t get packed in time. (Yeah, right. I expect to be mailing at least one box of stuff to myself…)
I was productive by the end of last week. Closing on the house crap is being handled mostly by my dad in my stead, he ought to have the keys in his hand on the 3rd. Between him and my #2 daughter I hope to have electricity, cable and internet the day I move in. (She has already been living down there for about a year, and just so happens to work for Comcast.) I am dealing with the financial end of things, as well as having managed to wrangle reservations for three humans, 7 Pomeranians, 1 Miniature Pincher, and two cats. We couldn’t manage it on one plane, but I did manage to get us on two flights on the same day. It is all going to be insane for a while, but meh, I do insane fairly well! Oh, btw, moving day is December 6th. Thoughts, prayers, crossed appendages etc. would all be appreciated, I feel as if I am moving a circus!
The little clock on my pc tells me that it is 3:11, so I am going t read another thread or two before I settle in with my friend Uncle Steve and find out what happens in the first of the four novellas. Happy Monday Mumpers!
Blurf.
I did lay back down, and by my estimation, I was asleep about 5 minutes when the alarm clock went off. :rolleyes: Back is still sore from lifting the neighbor, but not enough to require medication.
Once again, VWife and I are making T-Day dinner for them. I think they’ll be heartbroken if we move to Moooooooooooooomland.
I got nuthin else. Carry on.
Find a really interesting book that you want to know the ending of - you’ll drop off one chapter before the big reveal and not have time to find out in the morning 
My week? Well, I’m meant to be having a baby on Wednesday, so it might be very interesting… or it might just be full of answering the phone with “No, nothing’s happening yet, I *said * I’d let you know if it was!” 
Welcome to the MMP hermette! Congrats on the imminent birth of your baby!
I don’t have trouble falling asleep, but definitely have problems staying asleep. I go to bed around 10:00 and wake up at 2:00 or 3:00, stay awake in bed for about 30 minutes to an hour, then get up with the alarm at 5:00 on workdays, 6:00 or so on weekends.
Or vacation days!
I’m up and caffeinating and contemplating cleaning. I think I’ll start in Dad’s rooms, then do the bathrooms. Kitchen floors, living room and office tomorrow. The office is the worst, it’s a junk pile of shipping materials and ebay crap. Me Rebo has promised to shampoo the carpets after work.
Wednesday will be baking and prepping day. I think we’re having six for dinner, or maybe eight. Not a problem, I bought a 20 lb turkey! Mr Rebo has invited a single Dad friend and his son over, but they haven’s accepted yet. Also, my son’s single friends are invited. The more the merrier, and there’s football all day.
Surreal dream recap from last night. No drugs were involved.
It was a hot summer day. A friend of mine had fallen through the ice on a lake near the current VunderLair, and I in my official capacity as a firefighter/EMT successfully rescued him.
After he was extracted fron the lake, it was necessary to retrieve a sample of the ice for testing. By sample, I mean a cylindrical core about 2 feet in diameter and 18 inches tall. After much labor and swearing, the ice sample was brought to the shore, where Senator Harry Reid appeared and demanded that I pay taxes on the ice sample.
I was furious, because I was required to bring the ice back for testing as part of my job, and I was not about to pay $$$$$ to do what was required. I started yelling “No more taxes, no more taxes!” in his face, and started a populist tax revolt.
It was then that the phone rang for me to go help the neighbor up from the floor, so I have not a clue how the tax revolt ended.
This must be the morning for being awake or awakened. Our phone rang at 4:59 this morning. It rand once! I *69ed it and found it was hubby’s union rep. He didn’t answer, but we figured he was at woork and just miss dialed.
Hubby got back to sleep, but not me.:rolleyes: So, good morning everyone! I think I’ll try again. 'nite.
When I can’t sleep, sometimes I’ll game and sometimes I’ll write. Sometimes I’ll find other things to do.
I’m not a musician, though I’ve often wished I was. I guess I never did find an instrument to be able to fully express myself, my thoughts, my feelings and how a specific moment was to me. Truthfully, there is only one instrument that I can even marginally play through various intensities of heavy to barest light touch, with both long and short note strokes; one that I’ve spent years trying to learn, but can barely play the scales. I’m talking about a lover’s back.
The short strokes. The long strokes. The light teasing touches intended to draw forth a soulful cry for more. The music to my ears being those low sighs, those light moans, the most subtle of coos. I am honest in that I can barely play scales, but what song I would play with more talent, more practice, more time? Even if it was just a Prelude. Or a Sonata. Or a Nocturne. Or, dare I dream it, a full Symphony for Two in C-sharp on a Ode to a Sunday Off… complete with coffee between movements and Chinese take-out at the end.
A celebration of now; an acceptance that Monday will still come, but that we have now and are living in the midst of this splendid moment for as long as it will last.
I’m feeling kind’a hot and bothered here and I’m reasonably sure it was not because of the overcooked paella…
On the family front:
the Kidlette is happily settled in kindergarten,
the Kidlet is in his final year with his preschool teacher (it’s three years)
the papers re. the inheritance (per Grandpa’s death) are already signed, which means that both Mom and her sister now officially each own 1/4 of their mother’s flat, something Grandma wasn’t happy about but she was one of thousands of widows who receive that same surprise every year (it wasn’t the case for Mom, both because inheritance laws are different in Navarra and because Dad and her had bothered research the law and made a will),
Grandma is going to go to Mom’s today until after Christmas,
which means that I’m going to be staying at Lilbro’s when I go there, in order to preserve my sanity, my hearing and my status as a free citizen not accused of either matricide or grandmatricide,
Lilbro is coming to visit from December 3rd to 7th, and I’ve got off the 7th, 9th and 10th (the 3rd is a holiday in Navarra, the 6th and 8th in all of Spain)
and I will also have off the first week of January, so I’ll go home between New Year’s and the Epiphany, depending on when does Renfe have tickets for.
I’m feeling a bit of family-itis already
Happy Monday morning! Sleep? What’s that? Left to my own devices, I would sleep from about 8am to 3pm. I used to love working the overnight shift because I was so much more awake at 3am and I could get so much more done. Unfortunately, my work schedule is 7am-3:30pm, and my call center is only open 7am-7pm M-F, so there’s no chance I’ll get back on overnights.
This week will be fun. Most everyone will have a short week: not me. I’m putting in 10 hour days at least today and tomorrow, and will stay on Wednesday for as long as I can. Wednesday is also grocery shopping night for Thanksgiving, so we get to go fight the crowds as soon as I get off work. Thursday I get to cook.
In our company, we get Thanksgiving and the day after as holidays, with the accompanying holiday pay. But we always have a skeleton crew on the day after, and I always volunteer to work. We get a straight 7-8 hours, and they provide lunch. Most of the day is spent telling customers where their orders are, and most of our warehouses are closed. The warehouses that are open have a very small crew and can only get out UPS overnights. The customers have plenty of warning: we send out notices before every single holiday, and our customer service reps are always reminding customers to place orders early.
Sweet N.O.T. pies are bakin’ away. I went ahead and mixed up the other two I’ll bake probably tomorrow while I was at it cause, well, why not.
Herm welcome to the MMP and yay for new Mumper baby! Hope everything goes well.
Count I don’t know whether I need a shower or a cigarette after readin’ your post.