On Wednesday night, I did not sleep well at all. Thursday was our first day back at work, and it had my mind spinning. I know for sure I was awake at 4:00 a.m. That's the last thing I remember before 7:01, when I had one of those sickening, spring-out-of-bed, heart-pounding awakenings. I was out of the house within about 5 minutes, unshowered, unfed, uncoffee-ed. It was not an auspicious start to the school year.
You know that vaguely sticky feeling from yesterday's skin and clothes? And the suspicion that your breath is bad in spite of the gum from the bottom of your purse? Those sensations can't be assuaged by tooth-brushing at school, or hauling that little sample deodorant out of the desk drawer.
By evening, I had a sleep-deprivation headache and a bitch of a bad mood. Peter kindly took me out to dinner and only occasionally, and then very gently, pointed out when my attempts at patience failed.
Thursday night, I damn sure fell asleep, but awakened at 4:00. I just got up. Why set up another disaster?
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