I just want to sleep. I knew I should have downed some Benadryl when I had the chance. Nothing like a little OTC medicine to knock you out. Sorry if I sound a bit whacko, but the thought of working with little children all day on no sleep just sounds horrific. I will need coffee. Lots of coffee.
I'm glad I've clearly resorted to drugs as the answer. In one fell swoop (or paragraph, as the case may be), I've mentioned my regret for not taking a drug to put me to sleep and the desire I have to use another that will wake me up in the morning. So is the life of the American adult.
It's no wonder we pump ourselves full of medication. The demands of the outside world are hard to deal with. There are 168 hours in a week: you spend 40 hours working & supposedly 56 of them sleeping...that leaves 72 hours for all other activities and commitments. 3 days...3 DAYS out of 7 that you are allowed to spend freely. Not even that, once you add in chores, errands, driving, and whatever other unpleasantries the week may bring you. I'd venture to say you are left with about 2 days a week of relaxation (ah, yes, the weekend).
As a write this, I wonder where I was trying to go with this whole thing, and honestly, I'm not sure, but it is making me tired.
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