I was tired before my date with Mr. Fix-It ever even began, and then after a night spent doing anything but sleeping, I was dead to the world.
I came home from work, and realized I was useless.
Plans were canceled, and I found my way to my bed.
Where I passed out. At what couldn’t have been much later than 6:30.
On a Friday night.
Where exactly do I sign up for my senior citizen benefits?
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That’s not the worst part though. The worst part is how late I slept.
Because you see, I didn’t even pull myself out of bed until 10:30 this morning.
I’m not sure how that’s possible. I’m not sure how it happened at all. I mean, yes, I woke up a few times throughout the night. But never even for long enough to take a peek at the clock before I simply rolled over and went back to sleep.
Which means that I was in my bed, eyes closed, accomplishing nothing, for 16 straight hours.
I’m pretty sure that isn’t healthy.
And I know that with everything I had intended on accomplishing this weekend, it wasn’t smart.
Because from here on out – my weekend is pretty much completely booked. And I will not be accomplishing much of anything.
I’m on my way to a second Thanksgiving at the moment. Since we all spent the holiday with our families, my friends decided that we needed a second celebration for just the under 30 set.
And since I'm only in charge of making a salad; I'm all for it.
Mr. Fix-It may be making an appearance as well, making tonight the first night he could be meeting all my friends. This is all rather up in the air (since he is spending the day back country boarding) but assuming he doesn’t die in an avalanche or end up stuck out of town until late into the evening – I’ll be introducing the boy to my nearest and dearest in just a few short hours.
Making today not a great day to waste so much time in bed, because I really could have benefited from at least cleaning up a little around the house and shooting out a few freelance articles.
Both things that I really don’t see happening in the next 24 hours now.
But much was gained in that time spent wasted as well.
The color is back in my cheeks and I don’t feel like I’ve been run over by a truck any longer. I am rested and energized for what must be the first time in weeks, and the bags under my eyes are hardly noticeable anymore.
It’s possible this infertile may not have been getting much sleep since her failed cycle.
Possible that I maybe even needed that full 16 hours with my eyes closed tight.
But now, it’s time to rejoin the real world and go cook with some dear friends.
Make up for all that time spent wasted, both today in my bed, and over the last several months as I have let my infertility take over.
Distracting me from the people in this life who really do matter.
So, here is to a second day of thanks for you all.
And a year to come with no more time spent wasted.
Not in my bed, and not in allowing infertility to win.
Well, maybe some time spent wasted in bed…
But only if a cute, bearded boy is there with me.
Wasting the hours away together.
Because sometimes, time spent wasted can be just what the doctor ordered.
