Rant: Snoozing Partners

I can’t stand it when my partner* falls asleep on the long rides back home.

There, I’ve said it. I feel kind of guilty about it, but I’m writing it nonetheless.

It’s not uncommon for us to go on runs where the drive alone–one way–is 75 minutes. The drive can be incredibly boring. Combine that with a long shift, and a very late hour, it’s easy to see how one can get tired.

Now, I know we’ve all been there. You finally reach that point where the only things caffeine does is make your hands tremble, and your stomach rumble like an angry grizzly bear using a chainsaw in an earthquake. You would give absolutely anything to get comfy and curl up in bed, or any other remotely horizontal surface. Your eyes are bloodshot. Your eyeliner is running into the bags ¬†under your eyes, or your 5 o’clock shadow is coming in nicely ahead of schedule at 3 a.m. (Or, maybe both. Who am I to judge?) In general, you just feel awful. The notion of sweet, sweet sleep is never far from your mind. When you start making up the cot and communicating with your partner in a series of grunts, gestures, and looks, you know that you’re both getting to that point, and can’t wait to get back to the station for the relief crew.

I get in to drive, and my partner climbs in the passenger seat. Not 10 minutes down the road, I hear him snort and snuffle. A quick glance over confirms that he did, indeed, fall asleep. I spend the rest of my drive silent and frustrated that he gets to sleep and I don’t. I can’t turn the radio on to distract myself from fatigue, because he’s asleep. Obviously, this also means I have no one to talk to.

It’s petty and stupid, I know. But being super exhausted when this all goes on doesn’t exactly bestow me with the patience of a saint. And we all have those little things that irk us. Right?

Ranting over.

*Actually, several partners, not just one.

Comments

  1. I hate when my eyeliner starts to run.

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