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.