Simple Answer
You know what question baffles me?
"Why are you so tired?"
The hubster asked me this a few weeks ago after I arose from a mid-day nap. Let me say this first, I don't take naps too often. I wish I did. But I don't.
Every now and then I'll cross paths with a lazy Saturday or Sunday and find myself nestled on the loveseat, eyes heavy, body relaxed. Or on the occasion of a spring/summer rain, I love snoozing in the tranquility. But all and all, napping is a luxury that escapes me.
So on this particular day, I wasn't just napping I was straight up sleeping. And it had nothing to do with my body being relaxed - more like, if I hadn't gone to sleep my body was going to go on strike.
Still, his question seemed a bit odd to me. Isn't the obvious answer to "why are you so tired?" simply, "because I am."
Maybe not. So I looked back over the previous days, and weeks to find the answer. Coincidentally, I'm as tired today as I was that day (warning to the drivers near me) and here's why:
* 13,000 words written on book 4, Who You Wit? in 30 days
* Three book promo events back-to-back-to-back weekends plus one week day event
* One major annual event launched at the FTJ
* Two new projects conceived within two weeks of one another at the FTJ
* One with the deadline of June 4th for implementation (check)
* The annual scramble to hire a competent and eager intern (several busted interviews later I find my jewel)
* Three days of cheer tryouts
* 24-hours walking the hugantic BEA trade show floor
* 840 minutes in the car with my kids, round-trip to NC (I know, light a candle for me. I'm still recovering)
Keeping in mind that the above occured between May 1st and June 9th, the question isn't why am I so tired, but rather - where in the fug is my gold medal?
This is the super human olympics, right?
If not, I'm so being gipped!
"Why are you so tired?"
The hubster asked me this a few weeks ago after I arose from a mid-day nap. Let me say this first, I don't take naps too often. I wish I did. But I don't.
Every now and then I'll cross paths with a lazy Saturday or Sunday and find myself nestled on the loveseat, eyes heavy, body relaxed. Or on the occasion of a spring/summer rain, I love snoozing in the tranquility. But all and all, napping is a luxury that escapes me.
So on this particular day, I wasn't just napping I was straight up sleeping. And it had nothing to do with my body being relaxed - more like, if I hadn't gone to sleep my body was going to go on strike.
Still, his question seemed a bit odd to me. Isn't the obvious answer to "why are you so tired?" simply, "because I am."
Maybe not. So I looked back over the previous days, and weeks to find the answer. Coincidentally, I'm as tired today as I was that day (warning to the drivers near me) and here's why:
* 13,000 words written on book 4, Who You Wit? in 30 days
* Three book promo events back-to-back-to-back weekends plus one week day event
* One major annual event launched at the FTJ
* Two new projects conceived within two weeks of one another at the FTJ
* One with the deadline of June 4th for implementation (check)
* The annual scramble to hire a competent and eager intern (several busted interviews later I find my jewel)
* Three days of cheer tryouts
* 24-hours walking the hugantic BEA trade show floor
* 840 minutes in the car with my kids, round-trip to NC (I know, light a candle for me. I'm still recovering)
Keeping in mind that the above occured between May 1st and June 9th, the question isn't why am I so tired, but rather - where in the fug is my gold medal?
This is the super human olympics, right?
If not, I'm so being gipped!
posted by Paula at 8:00 AM
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