Tylenol PM, you are a fickle mistress

This is the reason I am a zombie this morning.

Well, I guess I can’t blame the Tylenol PM entirely. It’s partially my fault.

See, here’s the thing about the weekends: I go to bed late Friday and Saturday, so I sleep late Saturday and Sunday in a well-intentioned attempt to get a full night’s rest. But when I sleep until 10am on Sunday morning, my body isn’t really ready to go to sleep at my normal weekday bed time. Frankly, it’s hard enough to get it to do that on weekdays.

I’ve always been a night owl. Always always always, even when I was a baby. And now that I’m an adult-type person, instead of crying, I’ll just lie there. I’ll be completely exhausted and ready for sleep, but I can’t shut my brain off. Thankfully, the Hubbster is responsible and usually wants to hit the hay around 10:30, so this routine doesn’t usually keep me up too late. Most nights I’m asleep by 11:30 or midnight. Bing bang boom, I’ve got a solid 7-7 1/2 hours of sleep. Last night was not one of those nights.