Insomnia
So here it is — after one in the morning — and I am not at all tired. I’ve been trying to go to bed earlier because this year I’m trying to be healthier; exercising more, drinking more water, getting more sleep…and I’m failing at it all. But today it’s not my fault. Well at least the sleeping part isn’t my fault. For some reason when Lee isn’t home I cannot sleep. Lee and Keaton are enjoying [enter snicker here as well as dirty look of death from Lee] a wonderful night of camping on a cold cement floor with only a space heater to keep them warm. I know…your jealous. Sign your kids up for Cub Scouts and these are the fun things that you too can enjoy.
So anyway, back to me and my sleeping troubles as I snuggle under Lee’s warm fuzzy Cowboys blanket in my warm, comfy bed in my pleasantly heated home….where was I going with this? Oh yeah, I can’t sleep when Lee’s not home. I’m used to Keaton not sleeping at home on the weekends because he often stays over at a friends house (cause apparently we are “not fun.”) But Lee is usually here. And when I can’t breath he will venture out from under the warm covers to get my inhaler off of my desk. Or if I’m dying of thirst he will brave the after 11pm cold (that’s when our programmable thermostat turns down the heat) to go upstairs to get me a glass of water. And when I hear a noise that I don’t like (which is usually just the wind or one of the kids going to the bathroom) he jumps up to see what it’s all about. He will even crawl out of bed to triple check the locks on the doors because I’m frantic that we forgot (even though he already locked them and I’ve already checked them twice).
So here I am trying to think of something to blog about because I know that even if I get in to bed I’ll just lay there listening to the noises and wonder if I’ll sleep at all tonight. I’ll count sheep and then get distracted thinking about what the grass looks like or what they are jumping over or whether or not they are in the road and will get run over…and then I’ll be all hyper thinking about the damn sheep getting run over by a semi or something and I’ll be right back to not sleeping. It’s just a vicious cycle.
But I suppose, since I’m even boring myself with this post, I’ll grab my inhaler, go upstairs to get a glass of water, check the locks on the doors and then crawl in to bed to attempt to sleep. I have to try and get my beauty sleep for my meeting with God tomorrow morning. Good night all!
