I’m Whining to Myself

Since Russ is in Nantucket for a partner’s meeting and Carter had PSAT’s this morning there was no chance for sleeping late for me. Tomorrow will be another early morning for the long day at the State Fair horse show, my child’s favorite weekend of the year and my least favorite.

I am naturally a morning person, but I really like the idea of getting to sleep in if I want to, at least one day a week. Truth be told, even when I stay up late the night before I still wake up early, but knowing I could sleep late makes me happier. Somehow going to bed early is no replacement for getting to sleep late –psychologically. I am grumpy just thinking that it will be at least three weeks in a row before I get any opportunity to sleep past seven. Why is that?

Reality is that on Tuesday this week I got up at 4:30 just because. Tonight I can go to bed as soon as Carter gets back from the fair and that looks like it will be around nine. I got all my steps done today before the end of the Duke Football game at 3:45 and could have taken a nap, but I didn’t. I wasn’t actually tired, but thinking about no chance to sleep in makes me anticipate being tired.

Nobody else in my house complains of this, but me. Carter willing gets up every Saturday at seven in the morning and goes and mucks stalls and feeds horses. Russ does not sleep more than four hours most days and I never hear a peep out of him. This week he flew to California on a 6PM flight, arrived in Oakland at midnight, had to drive an hour and a half to his hotel and then get up at 5:30 in the morning for a conference call. No complaining, at least to me.

I am trying to put his all in perspective. I know it is healthier to sleep a regular pattern, which is really what I do. But the bratty side of me wants to have the option of a break. Maybe this is all a reaction to my not being able to go to Nantucket where I would have been allowed to sleep late, even though I know I would not have.

Whatever the reason, this is a first world problem, or not really a problem at all. So I will quit my whining now and go make food for the riders for the horse show tomorrow. At least I have found a way to get all the fattening food left over from parties out of my house. Another first world problem. At least I did not have to take PSAT’s this morning. Let’s really put things in perspective.