Bad Form

Just checking..."for a friend"...is it bad form to take an afternoon nap at 5pm, then go to bed for reals before sunset? 

Here's the background:  Thursday, after work,  I cleaned house and washed clothes. I got a few hours sleep.

Friday I packed, loaded up the SUV, gased it up and drove to Florida for my 42nd HS Reunion Dinner. (Where has the time flown?!)

I'm no longer on speaking terms with GPS-Girl because on the way to Florida  she sent me on 2 wild goose detours that increased my drive time by 2.5 hours.  We arrived at our hotel after 2am and as soon as the SUV was unloaded and the boys stuff was unpacked we all fell into bed.

Friday morning I drove to Mamas and visited with her, then headed back to the hotel to clean up for the dinner.

I had a blast catching up with friends, then I headed back to the hotel. I actually packed very light this trip. Just enough pieces to make 4 outfits (travel outfits for Friday and Sunday, an outfit for Saturday, and a dinner outfit for Saturday evening.  Nothing fancy. They all color cordinated. Martha Stewart and the Light Packing Gurus would have been proud).

Unfortunately someone got sick this trip and I needed to wash clothes and pet bedding. I finished up the wash about 2am. 

My 10-12 hour drive home last night turned into 17 hours due to traffic and road construction from Alabama all the way through Lousiana.

GPS-Girl really is on my list-- cd and I guess she's not speaking to me either becayse at one point, after we had been parked on I-10 for about an hour she dinged and infirmed me there was a 30 minute traffic delay. Ya think?! 

During this delay, our top soeed was 10 mph.  Several folk decided they were too good to follow the rules of the road. They started by ones and twos, then 8 motorcycles passed on the shoulder. All in all about 30 self-important idiots drove on the shoulder rather than suffering on the I-10 Interstate Parking Lot like the rest of us--they may have arrived home before us--but the immature kid inside me really hopes not.  Where is a cop handingbnb out tickets when you need one?!

I called my Supervisors phone and left a message to request a couple hours leave for this morning when, after 11 hours of driving I still had not made it to the halfway point.  The upside is, once I actually made it to the halfway point I was able to make fairly good time.

We finally rolled into town at 3:30am. 

I took a four hour nap for insurance purposes (they pay 90% of the CPAP rental and supplies, if I pass my probation time--during which I have to be on the CPAP a minimum of 4 hours each night. I can miss a couple nights a month, but I forgot to turn the stupid thing on twice and only got 3 hours one night, so I'm walking a really thin line this month--I can't miss any more time.).

I made it to work, and had a busy day.  Mondays are killer, 'cause I do everything from Friday afternoon through Monday--which is basically the work for half of the week--all on Monday. It's killer-busy, but I usually don't have time to get into too much trouble on Mondays. 

Usually.

Some days I manage to get into trouble anyway. 😉

By the time I drove home after work I was so tired I was seeing things.

Really.  Like clearly defined faces on the door handles of a car behind me--I saw them reflected in my rearview mirror.

And the bear cub in the back seat of the SUV in front of me.

I know they were just lights and shadows, but sleep deprivation and driving don't mix, so I was glad when I arrived home safe and sound.

It was so hot Moggy didn't want to go outside. Bandit did. He was also so excited to see me he jumped  up and down so vigiorously  he sent himself into a coughing fit and lost his balance. You never would have known we had just spent 72 hours together.  I squatted down, picked him up, and carried him to the bedroom.  The trip took its toll on all of us.  He and I are running a tight race as to who will be the last to recover. We all piled onto my bed and took a short nap to catch our second wind.

Now revived, I'm making dinner and writing this blog post. Bandit went outside to potty. And  Moggy, well,  Moggy is the youngster  of the group, but he doesn't like extremes in temperature.  He has decided to remain inside and use the litter box.

Since I had a short nap before 5pm, is it bad form to go back to bed before the sun sets?

I don't think we care. As soon as the casserole is done and I've given this a quick typo check, we're going back to bed. Bad form or not.

Nighty-night.