Always Anna

For the past two nights, for no apparent reason, I’ve been staying up until 1 AM.  Since I have to get up at 6 AM - okay, 6:30 at the latest - to get to work, this means I’m only getting about 5 hours of sleep a night. 

I know that there are people out there (i.e. everyone I work with) who will respond, “Five hours?  That’s more than enough sleep!” Or, “Wait until you have kids - five hours will seem like a gift!”

To this, I only have one response.  Five hours of sleep makes me want to pass out under my desk.  And - while I know it’s not fair for me to take my exhaustion out on you - if you want something from me when I’m tired, you better figure out some way to ask nicely.  Otherwise, I might staple something to your forehead.

Also, stop assuming I’m having kids.  The circles under your eyes and constant stories about how expensive they are and consistent response to the question, “How was your weekend?”*?  They’re not making me want to go there.

Clearly I’m a little cranky today.  But I think the premiere of Cycle 10 of ANTM tonight, then going to bed early, will put me in a better mood tomorrow.

* In case you’re wondering, the response is always, “Well [insert name of child here] had [insert name of sport] games this weekend, so I got to watch their games!  S/he scored [insert number here] points!”  Except around Christmas, when the response involves some type of toy shopping, tree decorating, or movie watching.  Which is fun, but I can do on my own, thanks.