I fell asleep at my son's little league game. Well, to be fair, actually
at the pre-game practice. And baseball is not exactly a
watch-every-minute game, right? And I was only actually asleep for about
60 seconds. Just long enough to jolt awake so that I wouldn't be
labeled (at least not this early in our first season) as the parent who
fell asleep at her son's baseball game.
Again, to be fair, I have actually fallen asleep or just about fallen
asleep in a number of "not ideal" places this weekend--the kitchen
floor, the rest room at JCPenney, the cereal aisle at Fairway. Lack of
sleep has a way of catching up with you somewhere, and since I rarely
allow myself extra hours in bed, well, you get the picture.
But while tired is, I guess, not ideal (and potentially dangerous), the
tired I'm feeling these days is an oddly good tired, a tired that comes
from long work hours (yay, I'm working, and with people I like, on a
project I like!), shepherding kids who are involved and engaged in
genuinely interesting activities, and trying to maintain a tornado-free
household. (Okay, the last one is not a good tired, just a necessary
tired.) My point is that even if no one wants to live tired, or drift
off in random places, there's nothing wrong with a little exhaustion as a
result of hard but satisfying work.
I hope to get a good night's sleep tonight and start a new week--and a
new show--raring to go tomorrow. But if you should see a dedicated mom
snoozing at a little league game next weekend, don't be surprised if she
looks an awful lot like me. Just don't tell anyone.
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