In the last three days I’ve worked 24 hours.  Two of those shifts were until midnight.  I’m wiped out.  It’s more a mental than physical thing.  None of the shifts were bad.  In fact, yesterday’s was one of the most enjoyable shifts I’ve worked in a long while…  I’m just tired.  I want and need more sleep.

Last night I woke up around 2 because the wind was making a tree branch outside our window creak very loudly.  I got up and rifled around in the desk drawer, hoping to maybe find some extra earplugs (Seth wears them to bed), but I couldn’t find any in the dark.  I finally fell back asleep with one ear pressed firmly into the pillow, and the other with a finger in it.  When I woke up I had an awful cramp in the arm that was plugging my ear.

I also had strange, sad dreams, but I don’t really remeber them.  And to cap it all off, Silas woke up this morning coughing, sniffling, and altogether sounding like death.  I called into work and I feel terrible about it, but he can’t go to school like this and I could use a day to rest anyway.