I’ve talked about my night owl tendencies before. I lean so far that direction, if I get to bed by 1:00, I figure I’m turning in early. I know, crazy, right?

After spending almost the entire day yesterday in town (yes, it’s all very “Little House On the Prairie”), I put my groceries away, tucked the kids into their beds, and barely had enough energy to put my pajamas on, thinking I’d read for a bit. This was 10:00 p.m., ridiculously early by my standards. I needed to take my contacts out and brush my teeth, but I was so tired, I thought, “I’ll just shut my eyes for a minute and then go do it.”

I awoke at 7 this morning when Logan burst in, excited that the kids had the day off from school and thereby unable to sleep any longer. My contacts were glued to my eyeballs and I had a nasty taste in my mouth, but do you think I got up, after 9 hours of sleep? NO. I kept on sleeping, interrupted periodically by bickering kids, loud play, questions, etc. All told, I didn’t drag my sorry carcass out of bed until just before 11 a.m.

What is the matter with me? Who needs that much sleep? I just had a business trip/vacation, for Pete’s sake.

Guess I’ll just have to try to stop feeling guilty and figure that I must have needed it, for whatever reason.

Have you ever needed a vacation after your vacation? Or just needed far more sleep than you ever thought you would need?