is it insomnia when...?

[sergebroom]

Is it insomnia when you wake up at ungodly hours and can't go back to sleep (or don't even try to) because you have so much to do, either at the office and/or at home?

For example, I got up at 3am today because my parents-in-law will be visiting us from California this coming weekend. There are still quite a few things for me to do around the house now that the contractors are done replacing the carpeting with hardwood flooring. The next evenings are going to be busy. And stuff that can't be done until the last minute means I have to take Thursday morning off from office work. As we all know, in Corporate America, every hour that you take off winds up having to be made up for by 2 extra hours of work.

This is why today started with my folding and putting away this huge stack of clean laundry on the dining-room table. Now that I am metaphorically chained to my desk, I must determine which task must be dealt with first.

But first, a cup of coffee.
Instant wanna-be coffee.

Comments

[tania-c.livejournal.com]

Go coffee! Breakfast, lunch, and dinner of champions!

I've been experiencing sleep < 4 hours/day for the last week, and it will continue for another week. You have my sympathy/empathy/understanding.

Have a great visit with your in-laws, and congrats on the new flooring.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

Thanks. May I ask why you also spending very little time with the Sandman? Some project of an infernal nature, possibly?

One nice thing about the pseudo-hardwood floor is that, should Jefferson/Freya/Nahla/Cagney experience tummy problems, it'll be much easier to clean up the results than if we still had a carpet.

[tania-c.livejournal.com]

Nothing too nefarious, I'm afraid.
I'm the VP of the local chapter of my alumni association, and I am one of the people helping run our booth at the state fair. Late nights, early morning, inventory re-stock, volunteer recruitment, etc. We sell burgers to raise funds for scholarships. It is fun, but every year I get worn out. And I'm doing my day job full time, too.

Only one room in our cabin still has carpet. It's much easier to clean up barf and blood/guts from wood and linoleum. The kitties like to bring in their kills to eat/share. I have recurring fantasies about someone using luminol in my house, and finding the places where we missed cleaning up dead vole/hare/shrew/mouse bits. Yes, I suppose it's rather disgusting, but I've watched way too many crime shows, and I think of someone using luminol in my place and wondering "OMG, are they scary animal sacrificing cultists??"

See, the lack of sleep, it is making me babble worse than usual.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

Tonight on SVU, also known as Law & Order - Special Vole Unit...

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

It sounds like insomnia to me.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

It really isn't. It all stems from a desire to remain employed. Notice the time I posted this? True, I took a break of a few hours to set up the coax TV cable in two post-improvement bedrooms, and I shameless enjoyed the latest episode of The Closer. Still, as soon as my wife turned in, I logged back on. Insomniac, no. Sick, yes.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

You need help, urgently. I recommend two weeks in Polynesia....

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

If this keeps up, I'll have to change my nom-de-villainy from General Zod to the Moleman because running myself into the ground is becoming a likely prospect. Sure, Sue and I will be on vacation the first week of September, but within the hour of our being home, I'll have to go to the office for a business-continuation exercise for my employer's mainframe, and I have to get things ready before I go on vacation. And that same day is when someone else in the team will be monitoring our unix server's BC, and I have to prepare everything for that, and for the server's BC exercise the weekend after that. Oh, and I have a few projects that have to be delivered by next week's Friday.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Eek!!! I hope you're making a decent amount in retirement benefits.

Work is the price we pay for living, I suspect.

[miltonthales.livejournal.com]

It's amazing how company's incipient arrival will force someone to put away laundry. I always wash on Sundays, and yesterday we got a call midway through my routine with notice that a couple of friends were coming by around 4:00pm. All the clean (and folded! I'm not a complete slob!) towels got put away, the dresses were hung in the closet, my T-shirts got folded and put into the dresser, etc. Ordinarily the towels wait for the health care aide on Mondays, so she can put them where she wants them, and the T-shirts might get folded on Monday or Tuesday (or later) before they make it to the dresser.

At least the company showed up; I'd have hated to have gone through all that tidiness for nothing.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

I like tidiness for tidiness's sake. In this case though, the laundry's heap had to stay unfolded longer than I prefer due to ther commitments. (If you asked me what those were, I'd have a hard time remembering. That might be a sign that lack of sleep, voluntary as it may be, is catching up with me.)