Narcoleptic Shoppers

The Christmas season is tiring.  Oh, it’s loving and magical and all that stuff, too, but it’s downright exhausting.  For instance, I’ve taken three cat naps writing these first two sentences.  For the record, there is a slim possibility my fatigue is related to age, but for obvious reasons, I’m going with holiday exhaustion.

There was a time spontaneous sleep was all fun and games.  Last year, my daughter and I would pretend to be narcoleptic shoppers.  “Hey, Dad, we need some M and … zzzzz.”  I’d wake her up as she dozed on the store floor and we’d both have a laugh about it later.  Now the joke’s on me.  Recently, I actually fell asleep testing a bean bag chair.  To make matters worse, when I woke up, I couldn’t get out.

A few days ago, my wife and I took our daughter on a decoration scavenger hunt.  We’re still looking for a camel, Santa on a roof, and the Grinch, by the way.  Though, strangely we did see a dinosaur in a Christmas hat and a palm tree.  It’s that sort of randomness that makes life worthwhile.  Anyway, I was sure I had found blinking lights until I realized I was microsleeping, or as I like to say ‘experiencing extended blinks’.

The situation isn’t all bad, I might add.  It turns out I’m easier to find this way.  My daughter has stopped yelling for me to see if I’m home.  Now she just listens for the snoring.  I’m not sure how to take that, but if I ponder it too long, I’ll just nod off and forget what I was thinking anyway, so why bother?