I’m finally back. And a difficult time it has been. Year End, then inventory, and demand explosions at work and my grandma being admitted to the hospital in my personal life. I haven’t been sleeping much, simply spending hours sitting in the hospital listening to detailed explanations of lunch or working late into the night trying to cram 10,000 units in a shift that only has the capacity to run 7,000 units. Surely, if everyone just skipped lunch and worked a little faster.. . .
Grandma is out of the hospital – and all chipper and relaxed after a week of people taking care of her – and I actually decided that the cramming could stop for tonight.
I drove home today and had little recollection of driving on the highway to get this far. I thought this might be dangerous and vowed to myself that an early night was in order. As I turned the corner off McGill onto Powell, there was a Kangaroo standing on the corner. I considered how hungry I was, and thought perhaps that it was time for me to take in some food, get some sleep, and try to relax. Perhaps then I will stop seeing foreign animals on the street.
This kangaroo was standing there with a man who was pushing a baby carriage. And it didn’t seem particularly pouchy or jumpy. But there she was – standing there in mid June – hanging out on the street corner wearing a thick kangaroo costume like it was a normal thing to do. Whatever works.
June 13th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Just because you see an Australia Marsupial doesn’t mean you need to better manage your stress. But it could.
I woke up at 8 am and realized that the BMO 8k that I thought about signing up for was already 1 hour done. I rolled over and snuggled back in for another 1/2 hour or so.
May 5th Extra-Ordinary: Some times I make really good decisions.
Yeah? You want a fight? Please, pick one with me, because I am beyond being civil, turning the other cheek. (what does that mean?)
I am waiting for you to come into my office and just say the most benign thing and it only has to peek in the direction of annoying and I’ll be off. And watch out – I can be pretty cutting when unhinged and untethered.
That is what happens to me when I don’t get enough sleep. Less than 7, the creative, collaborative Susan is gone, and replaced with an enforcer. Don’t mess with me OR my team.
March 19th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: But I can be tamed with caramel filled kisses. (no, not from your mouth – keep that away from me!).
I have a tendency to draw squares with my mouse pointer when I am bored or thinking or unable to do what I need to do.
And that is what I was doing on Monday evening while trying to write the Daily EO. I was exhausted, I was just wanting to not write it.
It was just then – 9:00 pm – that my husband came in the room, closed my laptop, said “Enough. You need sleep.” and turned off the light. I laid there in the dark trying to get the gumption up to get my flashlight and laptop under the covers. But before I could, I fell asleep.
January 21st, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: I like someone who knows best taking care of me – and I am so glad I have Emile to do that.
(in Cranbrook, BC)
It’s strange to be here again so recently after our last trip. It somehow feels like this all part of the same journey, that we had just stopped for 3 weeks in Huntsville. This seems very unreal to me right now. Emile starts his job on Monday, so perhaps he will get real for us then!
The morning dawned bright and cold and I was up at 6 am. I am not sure why I have been waking every morning for the last 2 weeks at 7:30 am, but it is even worse now that I am in Mountain time zone. But it odd for me to be in a dark and silent house after a full night sleep waiting for the sun to rise. This is leading to delicious afternoon naps.
September 8th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: After 3 weeks of frenetic activity, a little down time.
Total Road Trip Kilometres Travelled: 10093
Huntsville – Wawa
Wawa – Winnipeg
Winnipeg – Cranbrook
Cranbrook – Vancouver
Vancouver – Sechelt
Sechelt – Vancouver
Vancouver – Butte
Butte – Gillette
Gillette – La Cross
La Cross – St. Catharines
St. Catharines – Huntsville
We arriving so late into St. Catharines with my judgement and decision-making ability impaired. There was a gap in the vertical blinds and I knew I needed to sleep-in to try to catch up on sleep. How to block the sun in the morning? I know! I’ll hang a blanket up over the valance curtain rod to block it – perfect! Now, find a blanket, stand on a rickety chair to drape it, and viola! It wasn’t until the next morning I realized that the blinds weren’t broken, they were just open. I just needed to pull the strings.
I wonder sometimes about the lack of sleep medical professionals deal with – I can’t even figure out blinds, let alone deal with an emergency.
August 7th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: After years of making effort to prepare foods to accommodate my brother-in-law’s and nephew’s allergies, I discovered that all they wanted was a bag of marshmallows. Raw, not cooked. Just marshmallows. Straight from the bag. Sigh.
After 3 weeks of vacation, you tend to get lazy and lacking of sleep. You are never in your own bed, and you pack your days with visiting and activities. I awoke early this morning for some reason – still tired. Kinda hungry. The previous evening we had visited my aunt’s new condo in Burnaby with my Grandma and Grandpa. All five of us squeezed into the Fit with canes and walkers and headed out.
It was a later evening than usual, and this led to another night without a full night of sleep. When I awoke –urgently needing to go to the washroom – I listened to my husband’s steady breathing. Despite wanting to get Olympic highlights, I refrained from turning on the TV and waking him up.
I needed to leave the room so he could get some of the sleep he needed to. I pondered my options. Too early to see my grandpa, too early to eat. But not too early for running. That’s a bad idea. I don’t want to run. I’m tired. My ass jingles a little bit more after this vacation.
But with a lack of any other choice, I quietly and reluctantly laced my shoes and headed out. I walked for a bit to warm up. Well, actually that is not true – I walked for a bit because I didn’t want to start.
But start I did finally and I ran 3.6 kms this morning. Shorter than usual, but at least I got out there. As I rounded the last corner, my mom was standing outside drinking a coffee and smoking a cigarette. She gave me a wave. Two different approaches to the start of the day.
August 2nd, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: No stopping for 3.6 km. Yes, NO STOPPING for 3.6 kms!