Sleepcation

Once upon a time Mr. Wicke and I went on a short 4 day cruise. It was his anniversary present to me. What I remember most of that trip? I slept for the first two days. Really, really slept. Only got up for meals kind of sleep. I'm sure it wasn't the vacation Mr. Wicke envisioned.

In the years following, when I looked back on that little escape, I couldn't believe I had behaved in such a fashion. What a waste of a good vacation! Certainly I could have taken more advantage of the on board entertainment. Or enjoyed the view from the deck. Or maybe even given Mr. Wicke a little more attention. Poor fella! Frankly, I was a little ashamed of myself.

You see, I had forgotten. I didn't remember the bone-softening ache for sleep I had in those days. At the time, Griffin was one and Logan was three, and Mr. Wicke traveled out of town three days a week for work and school. Every day felt like a marathon. I'm remembering that feeling now. Now that I have been sleep deprived for awhile. I understand again that feeling of wandering around the house with my eyes open but my insides asleep. Partially here and partially not. That feeling of waking up and wondering when I will be able to sleep again. And 14 hours seems like a very long way off.

Boy, do I remember now. And I don't blame myself for that sleepcation one little bit. In fact, I think I need another one, and I'm looking forward to the time when I forget again how this feels.