I'm feeling green with envy

There aren't a lot of things I really envy in other people, because as Roosevelt said, "envy is the thief of joy." That said, there is one thing that makes me want to scream with envy.

Energy.

People who have energy really ruffle my feathers.

How is it fair that some moms can live off 5 hours of sleep, when I require a full 8, if not more?  If I could have a few more energetic hours in my day, my house could be cleaner, my kids could have a calmer mom, and my body could be less flabby.  

I have always required a lot of sleep.  I literally slept through half of high school.  One time my 1st period teacher made the class be quiet so they wouldn't wake me.  It was all a ploy to embarrass me.  I woke up half-way through 4th period lying in a pool of slobber on my desk.

I fell asleep on dates regularly.  It became a joke with my teenage boyfriend, who thought he must bore me to sleep.  I fell asleep on my first date with Ryan, so he knew of my strange habits early on.

When I get tired, there's no stopping my need to sleep.  My eyes and brain shut down and I'm in dreamland.  I remember being at college and telling Janee to wake me from my afternoon nap in 10 minutes so I wouldn't be late for work.  I literally fell asleep immediately.

When I fall into bed at night, I rarely have a thought before I wake up hours later to switch positions. This is a blessing in many ways, but also a curse.  I remember falling asleep at the wheel for a brief moment years ago.  It terrified me.

I love naps.  I can sleep anywhere, anytime.  I used to schedule a certain time of day to read to my kids or I would fall asleep halfway through the book.  I plan my temple visits around my ability to have a full night's sleep or an afternoon nap.  I take naps more often than I would like to admit.  Even a 20-minute power nap can change my whole day.

I do a lot of good things, mixed in with a little bit of great things.  But I sure wish I could do more.  I want to be one of those annoying Facebook friends who wakes up every morning at 4:00 am after a full 5 hours of sleep, and is eager to get to the gym.  

I'm not a morning person, but I'm not a night person either.  I guess I'm a tired person.

Today I calculated the amount of time I spent driving in the car.  It was a very typical day, and I just wondered how much time I could have at home if I wasn't running around everywhere.  3 hours and 20 minutes.  No joke. 

I'm going to be one of those grandmas who puts on her pajamas at 3:00 in the afternoon to start preparing for bed.  And when my grandkids come to visit, I will fall asleep in my recliner while they are talking to me.  

I'm tired of being tired.