Dreaming About Sleeping

These days my life is like this:

Wake up at 7am. Get to house at 8am (we are not living in our beautiful new(old) house yet, we are living in my 350-square-foot studio) and patch holes/sand walls/hang drywall/whateverwhatever for two hours. Arrive at work at 10. Work until 5. Return to house. Resume patching/sanding/hanging/whatevering until 10pm. Stumble back to the apartment, collapse. Lather, rinse, repeat. Weekends are the same, without the leaving for seven hours to attempt to earn a living part.

Please don't mistake this for a complaint. I really, really like working on the house. I'm a little sleep-deprived though. And Katherine and I get a little obsessed. Yesterday we arrived at the house at 8am and worked until 11pm.

So this morning when we got to the house at 8am and Carlos, the genius man who is helping us put this disaster area in order, asked us to decide what to do about the saddle in the bathroom doorway (the saddle is the piece of wood/marble/whatever you put down to cover where two different types of flooring meet), we just kind of melted down.

We decided what we were going to do (we are NOT ripping out the saddle), and then we made possibly the best decision in the renovation so far. We asked Carlos if he was likely to need us to participate in any further decisions before about noon, and when he said no, we went back to the apartment and WENT BACK TO SLEEP. Holy crap did we need some more sleep.

I needed to sleep so badly that, while I was asleep, I dreamed about being asleep. It wasn't that agitated I-need-to-get-to-sleep-but-I-can't-get-to-sleep kind of anxiety dream. I believe our exhaustion level is past the point of being able to be anxious. In my dream, I was aware of the deep deliciousness of sleeping when one really, really needs to sleep. I was peacefully, deliriously, asleep. God it was good.