I’m currently on “Night 6” of 6 nightshifts in a row – and boy am I feeling it! I don’t normally do this many together but took the overtime to refill the penny pot that got drastically emptied by Peppa’s operation and phantom birth of tennis balls last month!
Nightshifts do suit me – but it is essential I get sufficient sleep during the day otherwise I tend to have the brain of a Rocking Horse!
Since I was a child I’ve always been a tad strange on the sleeping front. I was a terrible sleepwalker and sleeptalker – infact my Mom used to say I spoke in a different language whilst sleep talking – which seems rather ironic – seeing as it took me 2 years to learn 3 sentences on my Italian course! 😜
When I’m seriously sleep deprived now I don’t talk a different language – I talk complete and utter shite! 😜 In fact if I type anything whilst on a nightshift I tend to re-read what a written the following day with some trepidation 😳
Yesterday whilst asleep, I stirred after only a couple of hours sleep and thought I heard first born in the house. I called his name a few times but he didn’t respond. I wasn’t surprised – the whole household know that if I call anyone from my bed – it’s to demand a cup of tea! I assumed he was pretending not to hear me! 😳
Not to be outdone – I ring his mobile and he picks up.
“Hey, it’s meeeee” I tell him “what are you up to, pretending you can’t hear me calling you! Can I have a cup of tea?” 😀
“I’m not there Mom, I’m at my place”
“No you’re not” I inform him “I heard you calling me!”
“Mother, I’m at my place, doing my ironing. I didn’t call you – you’re still asleep and talking shite!” 😄 (he knows me very well!)
“Ah it’s our psychic bond” I tell him “subconsciously you need me don’t you?” 😳
“No Mom” he says with a sigh “I don’t subconsciously need you – go back to bloody sleep!”
“It’s your brother then, he’s psychically calling me – he must need me, gotta go – bye” ……….
I then promptly fell back to sleep without any recollection of having a conversation with him! 😜