I have documented, without shame, my OCD tendencies when it comes to all things sleep related. Honestly, if the moon and the stars aren’t aligned just right, it can throw my entire REM cycle off. So y’all will realize exactly how tired I am when I tell you this.
Yesterday morning, we went to play with Jackson. The sun was shining for the first time in weeks and so the kids played outside. Naturally, they wanted to play in the sandbox and due to the previous cold, wet days, the sand was of a consistency guaranteed to find its way into crevices that it would never again find its way out of without a complete hose down.
In spite of the sun, it was too cold outside to hose the kids down like a scene out of a women in prison movie, so I had to settle for dusting Caroline off as well as you can dust wet, cold sand, before putting her socks and shoes back on and heading home.
When we got home, it was time for rest time and she wanted to rest in my bed. Due to the fact that I was so desperate for a moment or two of silence, I said sure. She climbed in my bed, we turned on a movie, and I went back in the kitchen to do important things like file my nails and read People magazine in sweet, sweet peace and quiet.
About an hour later, she comes out of the room and tells me she got a little sand in my bed. That sentence will go down as one of the understatements of the year. There was enough sand in my bed to claim my mattress “beachfront property”.
No big deal, I’ll just change the sheets later.
Well, it is now later and I just finished brushing the sand out of the bed with my hand. We all know that all the brushing in the world isn’t going to stop me from feeling like I’m camping tonight, but I am so tired that I can’t bring myself to change the sheets.
What happened to that sweet girl with the OCD? I guess I’m proof that sleep deprivation combined with a head cold can trump even the strongest OCD tendencies.