Wednesday, June 21, 2006
I have this sleeping thing.
I've been told it's more than a "thing". Maybe a disorder-Maybe needing something more useful than the occasional Tylenol PM that leaves me hung-over for the rest of the next day! I know, I know...(Anne) I should see the Doc but what do I tell him? There seems to be no pattern to the sleeplessness. It comes and goes from one month to the other lasting the endurance of the month. Do I say, "Well, Mr. Doctor, sir...June and October are bad for me but March and August seem sleep-worthy?"
That would be ridiculous. He's WAY to busy for that.
So...IT hit me this week and I'm wandering around the house all hours of the night. It's so frustrating as many of you with insomnia know, because eventually somewhere along about midnight you begin to panic about how you can't survive on five hours of sleep. Thus, you lay in bed torturing yourself to sleep envious that it seems to be such a relaxing event for others!
My husband travels for his job so that makes it even more pressure. I'm awake at wee moments of the morning, knowing I'll be solely needed by the children in just a few hours. I'm also nervously hearing every creek and crack all over the house. (I have no idea how you live alone, Di. Please come and move in with us or I'll lay awake worried about you next!)
Last night I got sucked into a romantic drama that started at 11:30 pm and I decided to prepare my body that at the VERY end of the movie, I would make a run for bed and force myself to at least see dawn from under the covers.
As planned at 2am, I made my way for the bedroom. I checked and re-checked the doors and decided if I was murdered in my room, at least I could rest!
On my way into the bedroom, I heard something very strange.
A bird singing outside.
I stopped and stayed very still until I heard it again and realized that outside my window at two in the morning, a bird was perched and was singing.
My question was, "Is this normal?". "Am I a country girl idiot that didn't ever realize that birds sing twenty-four hours a day?" Do they?
I don't think so...
I concluded as I tossed and turned in bed that this bird was sent to antagonize me further with the reminder that daylight was just around the corner. I became convinced that the little bugger was sitting outside mocking me with song! Maybe the bird had insomnia also and as most would have it..Misery loved company?
I don't know. Does anyone?