Sometimes sleep is a dirty word.
I’m a bad sleeper, no really…. I am. Call it insomnia…or what ever, I’ve got it in spades. I am often, like tonight (it’s 1:41 am on Wednesday morning right now), still up when the rest of my family is sleeping.
My husband can fall asleep, it sometimes seems, as soon as his head hits the pillow. In those moments,
I hate him…just a little bit. No, not really…I just envy him a lot and sometimes over active envy feels like hate. (Love you Honey!)
I envy any person who sleeps well, sleeps soundly, goes to sleep easily without the use of sleeping pills.
Because I sleep so poorly, I take sleeping pills. Prescriptions strength ones even, and yet many nights even after resorting to a sleeping pill, I stay up later than my family. Late enough for infomercials and lots of lovely re-runs. I’m glad that I enjoy Sci-Fi, because I get to watch all sorts of re-runs of Stargate SG:1 and Doctor Who. Yay me.
angry exasperated and frustrated that my body seems to have forgotten how to sleep. I believe it to be Motherhood related. I am not blaming my children, but I believe that becoming a mother is the reason.
Is that mad? Am I crazy? Maybe, perhaps, probably. The Barenaked Ladies know my plight.
Being up later than everyone else is sometimes calm and relaxing, but usually it’s a lonely time. It’s lonely because it’s waiting time….waiting for sleep to come…waiting.
I’m angry that I can not sleep, I’m envious of those who sleep well. I hate having to take medication to sleep.
If you’re a “sleeper” my grumpy hat is tipped to you. If you’re like me, unable to sleep, I feel for you.