Sam works nights, when we are all safely tucked into our beds. Still, we expect him to show up for family functions in the daytime. He's a good sport...
Have you ever worked a night shift? It's hard! Sam says he prefers it but I never got used to it. Once, coming home about 8:00 a.m. after a 12 hour + night shift, I scared myself. I dozed off! It was one of those split-second naps but I had to jerk the wheel to keep from taking out the fence of people just a few houses from our own. That really was frightening. After that, when I had to work that night shift, I left work with a cup of ice from the ice machine. As I drove home (about 15-20 minutes) I just kept dropping bits of ice down my shirt. It worked!
Even after coming home that tired, I'd crawl into bed and fall right to sleep but wake up 2 hours later thinking it was time to get up. That night shift is so confusing to a body!
Recently we were talking about a time when we moved the morning after I'd worked a night shift. In fact, I'd worked 8 hours during the day on Friday, napped and then worked an 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. shift. Mike and his friend, Terry, moved our bed that morning and I made it and went to sleep. When I awoke, we were moved in. That was the weirdest move ever! Maria was two years old so it must have been a tricky day for Mike as well, but I snoozed through it.
Do you have any night shift stories? I hope I never have to work a night shift again but I am so grateful for those who do.