I've been waking up at 5 or 5.30 all this week.
Given that the alarm is set for 6.30 because we're on Ramadan hours, this is disappointing.
Given that I'm ready to go back to bed by 8.30 and consequently spend my entire working day in overdrive to compensate, this is dispiriting.
Given that I'm a physical wreck by the time I reach home - at 4 p.m. - and crash on the sofa for two hours with no apparent benefit, and then cannot sleep before 11 this is frustrating.
Given that I was almost incoherent with fatigue and nervous energy by yesterday morning, this is embarrassing.
Given that today is Friday and I was going to have a lie-in before going into work to do the preparation for next week that I've been too tired to do this week, and I still woke up at 5.30, I could spit!
And this is just the first week.
I always find Ramadan hours a killer, as do several of my colleagues, and I'm not fasting. In fact, it's the colleagues who are fasting who seem to handle it best. They may droop a little, and have permanent shadows under their eyes, but they do their jobs without getting stressed or crabby. I have no idea how they do it.
The irony is that I know it's counter-productive to operate this way, but every year I do exactly the same thing.
Out of bed- into school - Go! ................
Come home. Stop...... and how...
So I'm going to get a grip this coming week and the rest of the month. I'm going to pace myself. The signs are good for some serious grip-getting!