That Monday Morning Feeling is Here Again

This weekend has left me feeling really exhausted, and I struggled into work this morning, tired, stiff, weary, and yet it wasn't due to late nights and partying, that is far from the truth.

One of the main reasons why I am tired today is because I seem to have developed "old folks disease" theses days. You know what "Old Folks Disease" is of course, or would if you suffered from it. "Old Folks Disease" is when you wake up at the crack of dawn, and find it hard to get back to sleep.

Take Saturday morning for example, when my wife and I both woke up to a strange sound about 4:30am.

We had gone to bed with the window open of course, since it was hot in the bedroom when we went up to bed, and of course that makes all the noise outside just that bit louder.

The strange "whooshing" sound we could hear, was our neighbour two doors up, watering his garden with a hosepipe. The "whooshing" was the sound of the water spraying across the leaves of some of the plants.

Now he is in his eighties, and seriously suffers from Old Folks Disease, and frequently goes out and works in his garden at the crack of dawn.

Well after our early alarm call we did go back to sleep, but at 6:30am, which is the time my alarm would normally go off, I was wide awake, so I crept downstairs so as to let the Princess sleep a bit longer, and set to work on the computer.

Sure I was tired, but the alternative would be to continue to lie in bed, but I knew that I would end up tossing and turning, and twitching, and that would wake her up too, so I decided, as I do most weekends in fact, to just bite the bullet and get up.

At least I could have a lie in on Sunday morning I thought, or at least hoped, but it wasn't to be so.

We have been looking after my wife's son's German Shepherd for a week, and for the last couple of nights we had been able to get him to sleep in the hallway outside our bedroom, but Sunday morning at 5:45am the bedroom door pushes open and in he comes.

My wife jumps out of bed and shouts at him, but there is no way he wants to go back out of the bedroom, and he get the idea that he may be in need of a "call of nature".

So I get up, go downstairs and let him out, and we were right about the call of nature, but by the time he came back in again, I was too awake to go back to sleep.

It's a terrible situation to be in this, and I am sure we have all been like this at times. It's when you know that you won't be able to lie down and go back to sleep again, and yet your brain is foggy, your eyes are stinging, and you have trouble co-ordinating anything that you do, but like it or not, your only choice is to get up.

And so there I was on Sunday morning, before 6am, sitting in the living room trying to catch up with my email, comments on my articles, and also Facebook.

It's really weird living in England, with many of my friends in the USA, because when I get up early like this, I find people leaving status updates on Facebook to say "I'm really tired, I can't stay awake, headed off to bed".

I feel like responding: "Yeah me too, only I just ended up having to get up!"

Having done a lot of digging and weeding in the garden both Saturday and Sunday, I went to bed last night really tired, and stiff like you wouldn't believe, in desperate need of a good night's sleep.

But Max, the German Shepherd, decided that he didn't want to sleep in the hallway outside our bedroom, and no less than five times during the night, he pushed the door open (it doesn't have a catch on it), and came into the bedroom.

Five times he got yelled at to get out, the door closed again, but to no avail.

I think we finally just nodded off into a deep-ish sleep when the alarm went off at 6:30am and we had to get up.

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