I can't move. I can't think. My red pen is empty, my grades are done, and my classroom is half-packed up and ready for summer.
However, in the mayhem to get everything done and clear my brain of To-Do lists, I haven't been sleeping. I've been staying up too late and taking my scatterbrain with me to bed.
Today is a day like any other. I'm overworked and under-rested. Tonight I decide will be a pizza night. I bring home the pizza, eat a piece, then promptly put my head on the kitchen table. I'm so tired and the house is so hot.
About three minutes later I realize that I've fallen into a deep and intense sleep right then and there. I'm disoriented and sweaty and I need to pack up and put away the remainder of the pizza.
The bad news is that I have seriously hit the wall. The good news is that my brain is finally relaxed enough to sleep. Of course, I still have to get up around 5:00 a.m., but at least I won't still be restlessly awaiting sleep when the alarm goes off.
