If I could bottle up and sell my amazingly crystal clear hindsight ability, I would be one rich mama. Case in point? This past weekend. Am I really able to pretend like I’m still a 21 year old college kid for two straight nights in a row? Not so much. And should I really try to make a 6+ hour road trip on little to no sleep at all? Probably not. And is it a really good idea to take a Benadryl the night before taking said 6+ hour road trip? Yeah, you get the picture. It’s all much easier to see the stupidity in such decision making after the fact.
Over the weekend, I had the chance to get away from my motherly duties and hang out with some long-time friends from my hometown in Indiana. And to say that I had fun would be a complete understatement, since I had SO much fun that I forgot all about the importance of sleep. By Sunday, I was draggin’ some serious ass, not to mention suffering from a vicious allergy attack. So before turning in for the night, I decided to pop a Benadryl in the hopes of waking up the next morning able to breathe more clearly for the long drive back to Chicago. (HUGE mistake!)
I felt fairly decent when I woke up, but I still made sure to grab a Diet Coke for some extra go-go juice just in case. I had my tunes, I had my caffeine, and I was ready to roll. Unfortunately, though, neither of these made a lick of difference because I hadn’t been on the road for more than an hour before I started to completely zone out. Holy shitcakes — I was nodding off on the frickin’ highway! I wiggled my head, I smacked my face, and I guzzled my Diet Coke, but nothing was snapping me out of my haze. I was certain that I was gonna end up in a ditch if I didn’t pull off the road.
So I found the nearest gas station and pulled into the parking lot. I figured I’d just try to shut my eyes for a few little minutes and see if a quick cat nap helped at all. I’d been dozing for probably five or so minutes before my phone rang and woke me up. And as I answered my phone, I noticed a very perplexed truck driver staring intensely at me through the window. I’m sure he was wondering if I was dead or cracked out on drugs cause who the hell sleeps in a gas station parking lot? Nevertheless, though, the tiny little shut-eye actually helped get me back on track, so I set out once again on the long journey home.
And even though I wasn’t technically asleep, I guess I was still pretty out of it. I discovered this when I decided to stop and pick up a sandwich for lunch. So I walked into what I thought was a sub place, only to discover that I was actually in an Army recruitment office. Oops! Not exactly what I had in mind for my mid-day meal since I certainly didn’t feel like being all I could be. (To my defense though, this particular Jimmy John’s was in a damn strip mall, which I despise. I mean, seriously, all the stores look the same — do they not?!)
Surprisingly, by nothing short of a sheer miracle, I somehow made it back home in one piece without harming myself or anyone else in the process. My super fun weekend definitely came with a high price cause I will be playing catch up now for a good solid week. It seems that I don’t snap back like I used to < ahem >. Despite the extra long recovery process, though, it was absolutely worth every sleepless minute of it. Every mama needs time to recharge her batteries and feel like a person again.