This goes on for days.
I become so tired that my word finding suffers greatly and the kids start laughing at my inability to form a sentence. I become fearful of driving because I'm too tired. I avoid talking on the phone because I sound like I've got aphasia. I can no longer concentrate. I'm so overtired that I become incapable of getting anything done.
And then I collapse.
Today the Boy came home from school and we had a meeting planned with his DMH college counselor. Only she called right before she was to appear and told me that she had been laid off. The whole Department of Mental Health was decimated. Her whole department: gone. 1/3 of all the employees are gone. No more help for SpEd students that are college bound. No more help for young adults. No more help for adults. She's 8 months pregnant, her husband also works for the agency, and she got a pink slip.
After speaking with her for a while and getting panicked and totally depressed, I sat down in the big comfy chair with the Worthless Pet and passed out. It was 4 because Dr Phil was ending and I was too lazy to get up to shut off the TV. The Boy was already passed out cold on the sofa, stinking up the room with his odiferous socks.
I fell asleep.
I woke up at 11 pm. The Boy was still sleeping. I had a 7 hour nap. His nap was even longer. The Girl was upstairs asleep as well. Hopefully she was awake during the evening and just watching TV and snuggling with the kitties. I have no clue.
If you sleep for 7 hours, is this a nap, or did I just fall asleep for the night at a weird hour? Only time will tell, but right now I feel like I could sleep for another 7 hours and still be exhausted.
Oh, and I haven't had breakfast yet. Can you get day-night confusion at 56? If you can, I've got it in spades. Stumble It! JBlog Me