I had an idea.
For the past few weeks of this school, I’ve been on a slightly strange schedule. Due to lack of simulator time, I’ve been going in from 2:00 to 8:00 p.m. When I returned after taking care of some family business, I only had a little over 2 weeks left, so my idea was that I would just stay on Pacific Time.
It seemed perfect. I would get back to my room at 8:00, stay up until midnight or 1 in the morning, sleep until 9 or 10, and do it all over again. I would still get plenty of sleep, I would have plenty of time to take care of other things during normal working hours, and (best of all) when I flew back to San Diego in a couple weeks, I would already be on the same schedule as the family. There wouldn’t be any nights where I would be falling asleep before the kids or awkward mornings where I’m tiptoeing around because I’m awake 3 hours before everyone else. It was such a great idea.
Unfortunately, there was one thing that I forgot to take into account: I am absolutely, without a doubt, the worst sleeper inner in the history of the world.
When that sun hits the horizon, my eyes come open and there’s no going back. It probably has a lot to do with the past 15 years in the Navy, but talking to some of my shipmates, they’ve all mentioned that they’ll easily sleep in until 10 or 11 on the weekends. Not me. I could stay up until 4 in the morning while drinking an entire bottle of wine and I would still pop straight out of bed at 6:30. This can be problematic since any time I take a nap, my wife feels the need to call me grumpy for the rest of the day. I refuse to believe that I actually am grumpy. 🙂
As a result, my idea was a huge failure. It lasted about 2 days before I had to start going to bed at a decent time again. As a result, I think my homecoming night on Saturday is going to involve “watching” a movie with the kids sitting on me while I’m completely passed out…
I can’t wait.