Tuesdays Make Me Shut Down Like A Robot Dog

Okay, apparently husbands aren’t nearly as inattentive as the fifties told us they were…

(That’s a joke, btw.)

My own boy about knocked me over yesterday by saying this:  "Hey, you’re yawning.  It’s Tuesday, so you’d better get to bed."

I think I said something intelligent like "whuh?"  Then I yawned again.  It was 11:30.

He pointed to the clock.  "Eleven-thirty.  You get tired at eleven-thirty every Tuesday."

"I do what?"

"Like clockwork."

Then he starts jogging my memory.  And holy flying cows, he’s right — I do get tired, precisely 1.5 hours early, every Tuesday that I can clearly remember.  Often I push through it, but yesterday, after this revelation, I gave in and got my 4.5 hours…and yup, I feel great today.*

Why, though?? 

My best estimation for the cause of this is that I’m building up a small sleep debt, due to the fact that I have to move or miss naps due to work at least twice a week, on average. Why it comes due on Tuesday night, I have no idea.

…But you’ve gotta admit it’s funny.

*Actually, I was really mad about not being able to watch any Dr. Who last night, since by the time I got tired I had basically just finished my homework.  But I made up for it — 5 a.m. found me fresh out of the shower, nerded out in front of the laptop, watching Dr. Who.  Because some things are just important, darnit.  ;)