Every now and then we like to have a completely unproductive week; it tends to be good for the soul and sanity. It's usually nice if we intend it to be unproductive though. For some reason it just does psychological damage when the week is completely unproductive despite our best efforts to make it worthwhile. I suppose it all started last week when Avey was up 2-4 time per night with a cough. That left Kira and me with a hefty sleep deficit for this week. It caught up with me on Tuesday, when I couldn't get back to sleep after Avey's 3am consoling session. I realized that I too was getting what she had, and felt achy and sore the rest of the day.
Wednesday was spent running around town on errands for other people, but then that evening I had committed to facilitate a make up session for a class at a prison an hour's drive from here (I've been working as a research consultant for about 4 months now). I had never been to this particular facility before, and when I got there, they had me wait for an hour in their lobby while they tried to figure out if it was okay to let me in. Apparently, somebody didn't sign the paperwork so that they knew I was coming. At least I got paid for waiting there...
Friday we had planned to drop Avey off at Kira's parents' house for the night so that we could have a "getaway" at a bed and breakfast in town. While it was fun, and included a lot of binging on chocolate, we may have awoken more tired than when we fell asleep. It's dangerous to get one's body used to functioning with less than 8 hours of sleep, and to then remind it what 10 hours can be like. The body seems to get greedy and think it deserves even more. It may take us a few days to get back that balance of being just tired enough to function. Maybe when the kids are all out of the house we'll actually be well-rested.
(Sorry - I had pictures up, but Picasa didn't actually post them for some reason. Our internet has been having uploading problems, so I'll try and make up for the lack of visual stimuli later)