To die, to sleep; perchance to dream: ay, there’s the  rub” – Shakespeare

the woods are lovely, dark and deep

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep – Robert Frost


Here’s the thing about sleep–

We can’t get along without it

and when we do something like pull an all-nighter, for whatever the reason, we stagger around the next day, unable to get our bearings Despite scalding coffee and a hot shower, waiting to get a second wind and make it through the day.  Many’s the time I spent hours rocking a cranky, teething baby, wishing for nothing more than a pillow and a place to lay my head but on the other hand, have stayed up all night in Las Vegas (not knowing what the time was–there are no clocks visible in Las Vegas) Before you know what hit you, you discover its 10 am the next day and you have gambled the night away.

Many’s the time we bowled  at 9 pm, finishing at midnight, then heading for Sutter’s Mill for margaritas and dancing until they closed the doors at 2 am, so we would go have breakfast at Denny’s before going home and falling in bed at 4 am only to get up t 6 am to go to work–ARGH!  I am unable to behave so recklessly and foolishly any more.  Now that we are retired and falling asleep in front of a TV by 9 pm, I love my bed.  And do not want to share it with anyone (except for Brody, my dog). No snoring husband, no crying babies, just a Jack Russell/chihuahua mix who wakes me up when he needs to go outside at 3 am.  (maybe changing diapers or warming a bottle wasn’t so difficult in retrospect?)

Sandra Lee Smith/originally composed February 21, 2009

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