It’s 2 AM, and here I am … typing up a blog post for which I have no concrete plan or outline. It has been a long day, and I am tired. For that matter, I’m still tired from our Hawaii trip and the Texas trip. I don’t want to admit this to myself, but I might be getting old. No … surely, it’s not that. It must be something else. You know, like the weather. Or the government. Yes, that’s it. I’m sure it’s the government’s fault. Somehow.
Why am I up at 2 AM, you ask? Or, perhaps you didn’t. But I’m going to tell you, anyhow. I had some bubble tea, which usually wouldn’t bother me at all. Except, I drank it at around 10 PM. “I know I’m not going to sleep at all,” I said to myself as I imbibed the drink of the gods. The bubbles were fresh and the perfect consistency, too. And they put just the right amount of ice (which, when it comes to bubble tea, is almost none).
So I told myself to look on the bright side of the whole situation. I mean, what’s done is done. My husband had already bought the tea. It would have been churlish of me not to drink it. Even worse, it would have been a waste of perfectly lovely tea! It’s not like I can go back in time and not drink it. Or drink it earlier in the day, when it wouldn’t matter. Instead of having regrets over my near-sleepless night, I decided I would be wildly productive, instead. While my family was slumbering, I would get so much writing done. It would be amazing. Amazing, I tell you! How could it be anything but? After all, this nighttime interlude is fueled by the drink of the gods.
Here’s the thing: Once one reaches a certain age, it is nearly impossible to be truly productive at 2AM. I am not sure when that age is, and perhaps it varies from person to person. For me, it was around age 34, because that’s when I became a mom. Once you become a parent, you really can’t avoid that whole “adulting” situation. Things need to be done. Errands have to happen. People must be fed. And all of these things, in general, happen in the daytime. From what I can tell, about 99% of adulting occurs in the daytime, with a good deal of it seeming to happen in the wee hours of the morning. (As in, before 10AM.) If you know you are required to adult but you are awake at 2AM, you end up sitting around thinking about nothing other than the fact that it’s 2 AM, you are still awake, and, thus, will be unfit for any adulting activities that may be required the next day. Or, later on during this day. Or … something like that.
Which brings me back full-circle, to me … awake at 2AM and most definitely NOT adulting in any way, shape, or form. But you know what? I don’t regret the bubble tea at all. Such is the siren song of the drink of the gods. I would do it all again, if I had the chance. And, really, I might. Because I’m going to need something to keep me awake tomorrow! (Or later today. Or … something.)