Waking Up Exhausted

Today I woke up exhausted. There is no reason for it. I went to sleep at my regular time and woke up as well at my regular time. But for some reason I just do not feel refreshed and renewed.

I find it odd that this happens to me on occasion. It’s not like there are any stressers in my life or health issues that I know of. Just a bad sleep I guess.

Looks like today will be numerous cups of coffee to keep me going. Maybe tonight when I get home I’ll take a power nap before dinner! I love Naps!

Fuzzy Mind

I’ve worked night shift the past few days. It has made me very fuzzy in the head. Today has been especially bad.

I feel like I cannot come up with coherent sandwiches sentences. I’m also confused as to what date it is. I keep thinking it’s two days ago. No idea why. As well, my stomach isn’t overly happy either. No gut. That’s a bad gut. Bad.

I know the solution!

Nap time. I love a good nap. Naps make me feel sort of human again.

A Day To Myself

Finally a day to myself. One where no work is involved. A day where minimal chores will be done. An opportunity to do whatever I wanted.

First I took a morning nap. Then I made lunch. There are so many things I could be doing. But this is what I have planned until dinner:

Time to build a model I bought in Japan! Fun times! Hopefully I can get most of it done without interruption. I need a bit of “me time” or “down time” or whatever you want to call it.

It’s about time.

What Did You Do All Day?

I thought I was going to have very productive day today. I woke up at 4:30 and went into work on my day off to prepare for the next couple of weeks while I look after another train master’s territory. I figured I’d be home by lunch and would continue on with my day. Instead, I was home by 9:30. I now had the entire day ahead of me. So I made a big breakfast for myself. That’s about as productive as I got.

I quickly realized that I needed a nap. I have been on a night shift schedule for a couple of months and my body was just upset at me for waking up so early. After my nap, I woke up to have lunch. I still had half a day to go. I could still do something productive.

Suddenly my smartphone sucked me into the interwebs until it was time to pick up the kids from school. Crap. A couple of more hours wasted. As I drove the kids home and we got to talking about homework and what we needed to get done before dinner. We came home and…

The Internet sucked me back in. I have been bouncing around from site to site, video to video, social media to social media. Like opening the fridge, staring blankly- just to shut the door and open it again.

My eyes and brain have gotten weary once more. Time for nap number 2 of the day before dinner. My productive day has become a washout. There’s always tomorrow. At least after dinner I am going to the movies with some friends. Better that I nap now and not at the theater.

At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

Grown Up Me

Growing old is kind of nice.  

I mean, there’s more responsibilities and stuff.  Bills, children, work, etc… But there’s also my own choices to be made. Like going to bed at 9pm on a Friday or not having to go to the latest film on opening weekend. I have finally felt like I’m not missing out any more.


Like most adults I know, once you reach a certain age, it’s about the down time. The quiet time you get to yourself and not have to interact with others.  I enjoy raking leaves off the lawn or washing the car by myself. Or waking up early to go shopping before the crowds and using the self checkout minimizing human interactions. However, as you may have guessed if you’ve followed along with me for the past few months (or years), my favorite adult thing to do:


Naps.  I love naps.  I have shown up at people’s homes and asked if I could nap. I’ve been in car rides with friends and just closed my eyes for a brief snooze. If I disappear at home- chances are I am taking a nap, I have even done it during a party at our home.

Even if all of these things sound childish and selfish, they are fully acceptable to do as an adult. I am glad to have reached adulthood.  Now, I’m going to do some yard work alone and find a quiet place to take a nap later on.

Rest and Relaxation

Day one of vacation began at the end of a 12 hour night shift.  And it was Go Time right from the beginning.  I had planned an early arrival at the ferry terminal to connect with a ferry about an hour and a half later.  So I took a nap in the back seat of our Nissan Pathfinder. 


We boarded the vessel and I took another nap in the back seat with our puppy.  Our kids went onto the upper deck and played some cards- like typical BC ferry riders! I had a tough time falling asleep because a car alarm was going off two rows over throughout most of the ferry ride.


Our puppy enjoyed the time we had sleeping.  He also enjoyed going for walks at the ferry terminal. Lots of neat smells and places to mark apparently.  He was even treated to a couple 67¢ McDonald’s Hamburgers.  McDonald’s was doing a one day promotion to celebrate 50 years in Canada!  Thank you for the dog food McDicks!


We stopped in Coombs again on the drive up to Gramma’s.  I wasn’t hallucinating, there was a goat on the roof.  And it was a busy little location.  Picked up some road trip candied and smoked salmon before we were on our way again.  A couple brewery stops to fill some growlers were a must as well.


We stopped along the water for a few more photos and I discovered some new friends.  These guys rock!  One was named Potato Rock and he came with us because he needed a new home. We made it to Gramma’s home and I took another nap. Now it’s dinner time and I’m going to crack a bomber from one of the breweries.


A good start to my vacation. Cheers everybody!

Interrupted

I am physically and mentally exhausted today.  It’s from a lack of sleep.  Not that I haven’t tried- I came home from my nightshift and promptly went to bed.  It’s my friends forgetting that I am working nightshifts that seem to be the issue.  


The real world seems to be 9-5 Monday to Friday with Everybody Working For The Weekend.  But there are those of us who can’t or don’t.  That’s where the hardship comes in.  Most people sleep all night and forget that there are some of us who need to sleep during the day.  Even my friends and my family forget or have a tough time adjusting to the thought that I’m not as alert as they are during the day.


Working nights is tough but it also has its advantages.  It means I am free to make doctor or dentist appointments for anytime of day.  It means I can volunteer more for my children’s school activities.  It also means I can do shopping during the calmer times and not be stuck in lines and crowds during the after school/ dinner hours.  I’m looking at you Costco– I swear those are the worst times to shop there.

But in arranging appointments and time with the family, my schedule gets altered.  Following most nightshifts, I get home and try to fall asleep by 9am, waking up for dinner.  I’ll spend the evening with the family.  But other times, it’s a few hours nap, wake up & do stuff, nap, wake up to eat, maybe nap again.  My body is generally accustomed to this.  


But, I also have days like today.  A day where emails, phone calls and texts have interrupted me far too much to get even a decent nap.  “Turn off your phone Josef.”  I can’t really do that.  It’s the main communication I have to my wife, work and emergencies.  Most texts or calls I can ignore and respond to when I wake up. No offense to my friends, but sleep is kind of important.


Don’t talk to me anymore today.  I’m going to try and get a four hour block of sleep now.  Thanks.

Couch surfing

Like most days, I’m down for a nap again.  I love napping.  Best thing ever.  Getting small blocks of sleep at any time of day has become kind of a specialty of mine.  It’s probably the reason I always feel so alert and well rested.  In fact, I started writing today’s blog as I curled up on the couch with a blanket at 7:30am on a Saturday.  No one is awake in my home, so it’s the perfect time to grab some 💤💤💤…

As I pulled the blanket over me, I thought back to the many times that I slept on many other couches.  My teens and early adulthood had me floating around on weekends staying at different homes.  After an evening of partying my head would lay to rest on various couches.  I found myself sleeping on worn out cushions covered in floral prints.  Or torn pleather seats that were indented from years of asses watching tv.  There was something comforting about laying down and feeling the waviness of the seats.

There’s still life left in it!


The couches expressed the lifestyle that once was.  Sometimes they were in the basement with a bit of life left in them.  Other times the couches were hand me downs given to my friends from their families as a starter to their new apartments.  Once in awhile the sofas were curb rescues doused in Febreeze and reinforced with a piece of plywood where the springs had busted.  Rarely did my drunken or drugged up self pass out on a couch that was brand new.

Breakfast with a view.


I was usually the last person to pass out and one of the first to wake up.  The end of a movie or tv show would ease me into slumber.  During an all nighter, I’d lay there watching the sunrise before falling asleep.  Late night naps became commonplace for me.  Early morning runs for recovery breakfast followed by another afternoon nap had me ready for more fun later that night.

It was the one thing that I truly appreciated of all the things my friends (and occasionally strangers) would offer me- a safe place to recover.

Happy wife, happy life?  Or “How exercise is going to kill me.”

My wife is forcing me to become more active.  Ugh.  She absconded my cellphone and proceeded to set up a new Fitbit for me- while I was napping.  Her excitement about this new device for me is uncontrollable.  She woke me from my nap and told me to go weigh myself.  I haven’t stepped on a scale in months.  I don’t think of myself as unhealthy, all I have is just a little beer gut.  It’s called a “Dad Bod” all the celebrities are rocking it.

Exercise? You mean punishment.


I have never devoted time to exercise.  My wife wants to challenge me to walking goals and stair climbing.  This may not end well for me…  I walk where I need to get to and go up or down stairs as required.  I am afraid that I will be aimlessly wandering my home because my wife will think my step count needs to be in the tens of thousands!  Ain’t nobody got time for that.

Pie chart truths of Mario Kart.


My wife is very competitive as well. These step count goal are sure to lead to some cruel taunting-as if going on forced marches up and down the stairs won’t be bad enough.  I may have to get sneaky and turn on Mario Kart to get her to sit her butt down.  She knows she can beat me at that game, so if I get a few rounds started then get up to leave, I should be able to nap again.  Our kids will gladly play that game and keep the exercise drill sergeant occupied for me.


Maybe I’m just being paranoid.  Maybe I’ll find some value in seeing how active I really am in my daily routine.  Plus, if someone actually calls me (who makes phone calls anymore?) my wrist will display their name.  So that’s kinda cool.  We’ll see how this turns out.  A bit more of a focus on being active won’t kill me.  I can forgo a nap or two each day.  But, I’m worried my deep fryer is next to go…

Naps

All my life I have taken naps.  It’s something I look forward to every day.  I may have even posted about napping on Facebook on the odd occasion.

Never anything good on.

It all started when I was younger.  Like most small children, I was afraid of the dark.  This caused me to stay up really late with a light on.  After school, I’d come home and nap until dinner.  This continued on into my teenage years.  My parents gave me cable TV and I’d be up most of the night watching infomercials and bad TV.

 

Vancouver is beautiful at night.

I’ve always loved being awake during the night time.  The lights on the sides of roads, the neon signs, the contrast of lights from buildings in the darkness.

Now as an adult I work shift work. I was pretty much made for it. Over the past few years, I have worked on-call: pretty much 24/7. If I’m not on-call, I like to work straight nights.

 

Nothing like work calling to wake you up.

Working on-call means I could be called into work any time of day.  Now I nap any time of day or night.  It may sound strange, but a nap at 2am is surprisingly refreshing.  Most of my life is filled with short naps and going out enjoying life in between.

 

Any time is nap time.

I’ve even mastered the art of passing out within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.  I’ll wake up just as quickly.  In my home, I’ll take my naps on one of three different couches, or in my bed or in my son’s unused bunk bed.  Napping in my car is also known to happen.  I’ve gone to work knowing that I’d be working again in a few hours, so I’ll even put an air mattress in the back of my wife’s Pathfinder and pass out.

As an adult, naps keep me sane.  Sometimes the weight of the world requires a rest.  Other times, I’ll feel like I’m getting sick, and sleep in order to revitalize my body.  Those who know me, know how much I love napping.  I’ve done it at my friends’ homes, on their boats, and in their backyards.  It’s a part of who I am.

Anyways, I’m going to head off and take nap number two of the day.

Do not disturb.