Sleep Attack

We were going to the beach. Again. I realized these people go to the beach every single day.
And I was starting to get exhausted. The kind where you’re not just tired, you can feel your brain melting into your head and everything’s 10 times harder than it should be. So they packed up all their stuff, then packed me up like a mule with all their bags and toys and things and we headed to the beach. I already told you about how the beach is a lot of them running around screaming, and me following after them silently and getting scolded for not making them all talk in English. So I had had it today. I was so tired. I was exhausted of these kids, exhausted of trying. And I didn’t want to get in that freezing cold water again. So my survival skills kicked in. While they were all running around screaming and the moms were gossiping with each other in their push –up bikini tops, I laid down on one of the chairs and closed my eyes. I can’t nap. I’ve never been able to no matter how tired I am. But I knew if they thought the poor American was so tired from jet lag she had fallen asleep at the beach they would probably leave me alone. So I laid there with my eyes closed pretending to be asleep. I could hear them all talking and running around me, and my body was becoming uncomfortable from the twisted position I was sit laying in the reclining beach chair. But nothing would have gotten me to open my eyes. If a meteor had fallen into the ocean and everyone had started running and screaming and eating each other I would have kept my eyes closed. I don’t know how long I laid there, uncomfortable, pretending to be asleep, it had to be at least an hour. But eventually I knew I would have to “wake up” and deal with them. And the giant jellyfish that was about to be discovered.