You might notice that I’ve been writing these posts in the dark hours of the night. I work until midnight, then check out my email, Facebook, blogs and various Internet things. I might fold a load of laundry and take dishes in to the kitchen because my children all have broken arms and can’t carry their dirty dishes to the sink. Or fold the blankets they snuggled with on the couch.
And then, it’s one a.m. or one-thirty and I realize how tired I will be in the morning. So I go to bed.
Then I can’t sleep.
The past two nights, I’ve been awake at 2:30 a.m. One of those nights, my daughter woke me at 4:30 a.m. Then my husband got up at 5:30 a.m., my son came through my room to use the shower at 7:00 a.m., my daughter woke up at 8:00 a.m., and when I returned home from taking her to school, I went directly back to bed where I had hallucinogenic dreams. Seriously, I dreamed that my husband came home to pick up something and I couldn’t rouse myself and when I woke up later, I wasn’t sure if it had happened or if I only dreamed it. Did he come home? Or not?
I almost called him to check, but then resisted that urge so he didn’t think I had finally lost my mind for good.
I would be so happy to go to bed and fall into a deep, dark, dreamless sleep, but instead, when I finally sleep, it’s restless and filled with nutty dreams.
I have always been a good sleeper. Once I slept through a hurricane, in fact. I am a sound sleeper–I mean, I WAS a sound sleeper. I fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow and didn’t wake until the alarm rang. Now, I don’t even use an alarm because my kids wake me.
[Funny thing: I just heard footsteps upstairs–my daughter was awake, in my room, standing by my side of the bed, trying to tell me she had a bad dream. . . I ran up to try to keep her from waking my poor husband, so she told me about her bed dream while she used the bathroom, something about kitty litter on the counter by the toaster and the cat sitting in it?]
Anyway. Sleep. Elusive sleep. Come to me, stop running away! And note to my Brain: Stop with the bizarre dreams. I can’t take anymore.
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Remind me to tell you about the call I received from my bank’s Fraud Unit!