After an all-too brief respite, I am back to my insomniac ways.
Tossing and turning, exhausted, pressured to sleep because the morning and its duties are creeping into view.
As usual, I don’t know how to fix it. I can try to go to bed earlier, eating a small snack beforehand, being stricter about exercise. But I have a terrible time turning off my brain. The usual garbage floating around in there, punctuated by the occasional bathroom visit or night terror from the kids.
It is a solitary pursuit, sleep.
Trying to remember the position in which you awoke, so you’d have a decent chance of falling asleep. (I know, I know, everyone changes position over the course of the night. Let me hold on to my myths, ok?) Bargaining with your brain for a chance to solve all the problems tomorrow. But it is already IS tomorrow, which completely upends your plan. And of course the problems are not one-shot deals. They are more 3-5-10 year doodads.
The upside in all of this, of course, is that the name of the blog is still appropriate. Still safe! Could you imagine if I had months on end of solid sleep? I’d have to change every tag line associated with my life. I think I’m too far in to come up with a new identity.
Unless it were a superhero who reads a lot of books and never has to straighten the house…I could figure that one out in a jiffy.