Back by pathetic demand...

"Mommy's legs are broken and she can't get off the couch."

It's been a while since I've played this game, but tonight I just had to. I went to bed at 10:30pm last night -- early for me, put my CPAP mask over my nose and fell asleep. The next thing I knew, Mike was hurriedly waking me, saying we'd overslept.

It was 6:30am, 30 minutes after we should have gotten up and EIGHT whole hours after I went to bed. What's more, I wore my mask all night. Usually, it ends up on the floor or under my pillow, though I never remember taking it off.

So I was psyched. Eight hours of apnea-free sleep. I waited for the energy to gush from my pores. Only it didn't. The first few hours of work were bearable. But the hours after lunchtime had me wanting to crawl under my desk for a quick snooze.

I even posted about it on Facebook:

"I got 8 hours of sleep last night and my butt is still dragging. What's up with that?"

Two people replied, one a mom and one a friend of Mike's who happens to be a doctor:

The Mom: "Cumulative sleep deprivation. It's a killer."
(Ahhh, the voice of sympathy.)

The Doc: "Exercise."

Ugh! Why did he have to go drag the "e" word into this pity party? I couldn't help myself, so I replied:

"All you doctors are the same. How come the Rx is never "park it on the couch and eat ice cream?!"

I couldda, shouldda followed doctor's orders. I could have driven Charlie to soccer practice where I should have walked on the trails. I'm sure all that fresh air would have done me some good.

But instead, I opted to give in to my fatigue and sit myself on the couch to play not one, but two of my favorite games -- "Mommy's legs are broken..." and "Dinner is whatever you can find."

Tomorrow, I promise, I will get off the couch, make some dinner and get some exercise. But for tonight, I plan to keep the remote handy.