Let’s just see here. I got nothing organized for you, but I do have tidbits and knicknacks.
1. Sleep Challenge 2010: Did you know that there is a Sleep Giant amongst us? Designer/author Kristi Porter shared her sleep philosophy with us, and it’s downright enviable. If she weren’t such an altogether decent person, I’d kind of hate her for being so well rested. Hey wait: maybe there’s a connection between her good nature and sleep? I think I’m onto something. She writes:
I am totally committed to sleep… once I faced the sleep deprivation of having kids, I realized I needed it. I go to bed early, and wake without an alarm almost always. Sometimes I’ll get up very early… and that’s when I get my knitting in. And no one distracts you at 5AM!
Aside from being healthier (not getting sick often), I’ve seen some compelling studies on sleep and children. Like, for instance, one study said that, on average, A students got 30 mins more sleep than B students, B students got 30 mins more sleep than C students… Another study had kids sleeping just 30 minutes less than their average sleep for a week and then gave them a test. The kids deprived of sleep scored 2 grade levels worse than those with normal sleep.
I average about 8+ hours, my 12 year old sleeps 9 hours (and could use more), and my 9 year old sleeps almost 11 hours a night!
I’m having a moment of mourning for my poor, bleary-eyed GPA. No WONDER I never got a Rhodes!
1.5. For those keeping track of my efforts, and even if you’re not, we’re going there anyway: Night 14 has passed, and I’m still getting 7.5 hours, except for when I had to co-host a party Saturday night, at a friend’s house. An entire party of Episcopalians. The scalloped potatoes flowed like a mighty river of protestantism. I was so wound up afterward that I woke up at 4:30 am like the house was on fire. Wide. Awake. Worried that I’d forgotten most of the Nicene Creed. Or is the Apostles’ Creed? Is that Methodist? The lack of sleep sent me into an existential tailspin. The next day, starved for sleep, I zonked around the way, I realized, I have been zonking for many, many years.
2. Another sleep-related change: I continue to make junk food here at home. For the party I took:
You see leeks, but I see a scalloped potato recipe that called for four cups of heavy cream and a pile of gruyere. With, like, leeks playing some kind of symbolic gesture toward vegetables in it.
Pringles. These were so insanely delicious. Potatoes, olive oil, salt and pepper, 400-degree oven till they’re as burnt as you want ’em.
3. Somehow, sleep has induced Enchanting Juno to make her bed. I’m telling you, this sleep stuff is flukey.
4. As a sure sign of the apocalypse, I started Twittering. The thingie for this is down at the very bottom of the right side of the blog, down in the moldy basement. Only the darkest, deepest secrets will be revealed there. I personally would rather read KayTweets, but I realize you might need to get something other than that kerosene-powered cell phone in order to do this. I may start Fake Kay Tweeting if you decide not to Tweet.