Wide Awake!
It's 3am. I'm wide awake. Like wide. Awake. If this stupid house didn't echo so badly, I would do something massively productive. Finish a load of laundry. Start a new painting project. School work. I mean, if I am going to be awake I might as well use my time. Except, I really don't want a kid awake right now either. It could make for a L O N G day, with one in particular.
I'm not sure why I woke up. I fell sound asleep by 10:30, possibly before Andrew did. I wanted to see the Syrian refugees come in the Opening Ceremonies. I wanted to watch Jimmy Fallon and Seth Rogan Lip Synch Battle on The Tonight Show. The last country I remember seeing was Ghana, because Doug told me he was Ghana do something. Yeah, I was Ghana do something too- snore away.
About a year ago, I started having night sweats. They started inconsistently, but the last few months it's every night. Forty is a joy y'all. I mean- I sweat profusely, when I am literally doing nothing. I guess resetting my brain is harder work than I realized. (There's like a million jokes you can make with that- and I'm still leaving that statement there) I considered getting up and changing my shirt because I was that sweaty, but that required finding a shirt (I have all of my clothes in boxes, while I paint my dresser) without waking Doug up. Ehhh, then I decided a change of venue (to the couch) might help.
.
This stupid rental we're in does not have ceiling fans. I don't know how people live without ceiling fans. We sleep with a box fan blowing on us. However, the fan is on Doug's side of the bed. He hogs all of the air and only a bit blows over him, onto me. I have considered buying another box fan, but we're only in this rental for a few more weeks, and the new house has glorious, heavenly ceiling fans in every room- as it should be. Do I really need another box fan sitting around? No. That's one more annoying thing to have to store. I just have to suck it up for a few more weeks. I can do this. I will be tough. I mean- there are people who live without air conditioning. It's a luxury. I'll just start keeping a Frogg Togg in a cooler, next to my bed, in a cooler with ice blocks, so that when I get hot, I can just drape my neck with it. That's not weird or luxurious at all.
But now it's been 2 hours. I'm still awake. I'm so awake, I've gotten a drink and a snack. I don't think I have ever done that, even when I was pregnant. I'm not one of those "wake up in the middle of the night and eat" kinds of people. I'm usually not a "wake up in the middle of the night" people. Once my head hits the pillow, I fall asleep immediately, and usually stay that way. The beginning of the school year and Christmas are the only times of the year I have insomnia. I have a few weeks before insomnia should start. And that is usually only for 1 night, but this is the 2nd night in 3 days. This is no bueno. I don't do well with a lack of sleep. I become dramatic. Oh wait. I already am. My dramatic responses become even more dramatic and irrational.
Since I am apparently not going to use my time to be productive, I should try to beat my insomnia. Math always works for me. I pick a random number: 124 and subtract . . . 6. I'll subtract 6, and keep subtracting 6 until I get to zero, or as close as I'll get to zero. If I'm still awake, I'll do it again with different numbers, until I fall asleep. Some people read, I do math. It's boring. It doesn't help my mind to make a distracting connection that gets me off on a tangent and then I am awake again. I have to think enough that other thoughts can't creep in, but it's not stressful that it gets me worked up. Well, let's hope I can go to sleep, as it's now almost 4am. I've got a lot to do today, I need my functioning sleep. Not beauty sleep- that ain't happening at this point. I just need to function.
I'm not sure why I woke up. I fell sound asleep by 10:30, possibly before Andrew did. I wanted to see the Syrian refugees come in the Opening Ceremonies. I wanted to watch Jimmy Fallon and Seth Rogan Lip Synch Battle on The Tonight Show. The last country I remember seeing was Ghana, because Doug told me he was Ghana do something. Yeah, I was Ghana do something too- snore away.
About a year ago, I started having night sweats. They started inconsistently, but the last few months it's every night. Forty is a joy y'all. I mean- I sweat profusely, when I am literally doing nothing. I guess resetting my brain is harder work than I realized. (There's like a million jokes you can make with that- and I'm still leaving that statement there) I considered getting up and changing my shirt because I was that sweaty, but that required finding a shirt (I have all of my clothes in boxes, while I paint my dresser) without waking Doug up. Ehhh, then I decided a change of venue (to the couch) might help.
.
This stupid rental we're in does not have ceiling fans. I don't know how people live without ceiling fans. We sleep with a box fan blowing on us. However, the fan is on Doug's side of the bed. He hogs all of the air and only a bit blows over him, onto me. I have considered buying another box fan, but we're only in this rental for a few more weeks, and the new house has glorious, heavenly ceiling fans in every room- as it should be. Do I really need another box fan sitting around? No. That's one more annoying thing to have to store. I just have to suck it up for a few more weeks. I can do this. I will be tough. I mean- there are people who live without air conditioning. It's a luxury. I'll just start keeping a Frogg Togg in a cooler, next to my bed, in a cooler with ice blocks, so that when I get hot, I can just drape my neck with it. That's not weird or luxurious at all.
But now it's been 2 hours. I'm still awake. I'm so awake, I've gotten a drink and a snack. I don't think I have ever done that, even when I was pregnant. I'm not one of those "wake up in the middle of the night and eat" kinds of people. I'm usually not a "wake up in the middle of the night" people. Once my head hits the pillow, I fall asleep immediately, and usually stay that way. The beginning of the school year and Christmas are the only times of the year I have insomnia. I have a few weeks before insomnia should start. And that is usually only for 1 night, but this is the 2nd night in 3 days. This is no bueno. I don't do well with a lack of sleep. I become dramatic. Oh wait. I already am. My dramatic responses become even more dramatic and irrational.
Since I am apparently not going to use my time to be productive, I should try to beat my insomnia. Math always works for me. I pick a random number: 124 and subtract . . . 6. I'll subtract 6, and keep subtracting 6 until I get to zero, or as close as I'll get to zero. If I'm still awake, I'll do it again with different numbers, until I fall asleep. Some people read, I do math. It's boring. It doesn't help my mind to make a distracting connection that gets me off on a tangent and then I am awake again. I have to think enough that other thoughts can't creep in, but it's not stressful that it gets me worked up. Well, let's hope I can go to sleep, as it's now almost 4am. I've got a lot to do today, I need my functioning sleep. Not beauty sleep- that ain't happening at this point. I just need to function.
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