We settle into our very comfy king size bed rather late last evening...or rather - very early this morning. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 1:00 a.m.
Why such a stupid hour on a school night?
Because Chris didn't make it home until 9:30 last evening after working a ridiculously long day.
"My plan of getting out of my office by 6:00 p.m. from now on got derailed on the first day of implementation!" Chris laments in a phone call to me at 7:30 p.m.
Gotta love his job.
So I stay up until he arrives home. We have a good conversation and then we settle down to watch the episode of"House" that has been recorded on the DVR.
"You awake enough to watch 'Castle'?" Chris asks at the conclusion of "House."
"Sure!" I trill enthusiastically, looking forward to 48 minutes of Nathan Fillion's "Castle" making numerous clever remarks to Stana Katic's "Beckett." How fun!
My fatal error.
Once I pass 11:00 p.m....the dreaded Second Wind kicks in.
Suddenly, after a great episode of "Castle" I find myself wide awake and reading my favorite blogs, loafing on Facebook, watching a few YouTube videos and by 12:30 I am still not in bed.
Idiot.
When we finally do crawl into bed after all of our foozling around, I get nice and comfy. Forest is on the bed with us purring like crazy. Chris sounds like he is going to fall away at any moment.
And I'm lying there wide awake.
There is NO sleep happening for me.
Damn.
So, I grab my book, my pillow and my alarm clock and begin the dreaded journey to the guest room to read.
"You OK?" Chris asks groggily as I start to gather my things.
"Yeah, just can't sleep. I'm gonna go read," I say grumpily.
"Hope you manage to get some sleep. I love you," my sleepy husband says to me as he's rolling over. Seconds later I hear him snoring.
Usually during my nocturnal guest room reading sessions, Annabel joins me. With a loud "Mrow!" to indicate her displeasure at my still being awake she'll settle in right next to my pillow and then sigh and sigh again with obvious annoyance that the light is still on.
Not last night.
Annabel is already sacked out somewhere else in the house.
So I am alone and awake with just my book for company.
And now its early and I'm getting ready to head off to work feeling like my head is stuffed with cotton.
It's mornings like this that I wonder if Schmoopie will be a champion sleeper (please!) or will she be an insomniac baby who needs all kinds of TLC in the middle of the night. And will any of her potential nocturnal forays into wakefulness coincide with my bouts of insomnia or will we be on opposite schedules and both exhausted and grumpy during the day?
Oh, the anticipation...
Zzzzzzzzzzz....
Off to work.
Showing posts with label insomnia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label insomnia. Show all posts
10 November 2009
24 August 2009
Insomnia...
I'm tired.
Just signed off from Facebook saying that I was heading to bed, but the truth is that I only arrived home from work and hour ago...so while I'm tired, I'm still a little wound up from working my ridiculously LONG day and, thus, not actually sleepy.
This is one of the things that I worry about when the Little One arrives.
Insomnia.
I've struggled with it for much of my life.
If I'm in bed before 10:00 p.m. or so I'm usually in pretty good shape to sleep the night through. Even 10:30 is OK. But once I get beyond the 10:30 mark (it's now 10:35) there's a good chance that I'll get a second wind that will wake me up for hours and hours.
What if The Kid is a night owl?
It's taken me YEARS to get to a place where I actually sleep well most nights. What happens when the Little One needs to be fed at all hours? Will I actually be able to get back to sleep? Am I going to be one of those Zombie Parents who stumbles through each day for years until the Little One manages to get a regular sleep routine?
I probably shouldn't worry about this (especially because excessive worrying and anxiety are key factors in insomnia!), but, of course, I do.
Ah well.
Think I will actually sign off now and head to be with my book. Perhaps a few pages of A Letter of Mary will send me off into peaceful slumber.
G'night.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Just signed off from Facebook saying that I was heading to bed, but the truth is that I only arrived home from work and hour ago...so while I'm tired, I'm still a little wound up from working my ridiculously LONG day and, thus, not actually sleepy.
This is one of the things that I worry about when the Little One arrives.
Insomnia.
I've struggled with it for much of my life.
If I'm in bed before 10:00 p.m. or so I'm usually in pretty good shape to sleep the night through. Even 10:30 is OK. But once I get beyond the 10:30 mark (it's now 10:35) there's a good chance that I'll get a second wind that will wake me up for hours and hours.
What if The Kid is a night owl?
It's taken me YEARS to get to a place where I actually sleep well most nights. What happens when the Little One needs to be fed at all hours? Will I actually be able to get back to sleep? Am I going to be one of those Zombie Parents who stumbles through each day for years until the Little One manages to get a regular sleep routine?
I probably shouldn't worry about this (especially because excessive worrying and anxiety are key factors in insomnia!), but, of course, I do.
Ah well.
Think I will actually sign off now and head to be with my book. Perhaps a few pages of A Letter of Mary will send me off into peaceful slumber.
G'night.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
10 July 2009
Sleepy time...Annabel...and me
"Mmmrrooowwww!
"Mrow!
“Mmmrroowww!
"Mmmmmrrrooooowwwwww!!!!"
Apparently, I slept through much of our almost 19 year-old cat Annabel’s night-time operatic vocalizations...
Alas, my poor unfortunate husband did not.
“I don’t know HOW you slept through all of that!” Chris, bleary-eyed and yet still cheerful, exclaims this morning. “She was doing it RIGHT BY YOUR HEAD.”
He looks completely baffled.
Considering that I have struggled with insomnia for the better part of 40 years, it is something of a miracle that I slept through the INCREDIBLE racket set up by our little kitty. Perhaps it's our new bed...so comfy...when I do actually fall asleep, I sleep like the dead these days.
It makes me wonder if my poor husband will be the one to be constantly awakened by the Little One should she not be a good night time sleeper...
Sorry, Honey.
(Kind of...)
"Mrow!
“Mmmrroowww!
"Mmmmmrrrooooowwwwww!!!!"
Apparently, I slept through much of our almost 19 year-old cat Annabel’s night-time operatic vocalizations...
Alas, my poor unfortunate husband did not.
“I don’t know HOW you slept through all of that!” Chris, bleary-eyed and yet still cheerful, exclaims this morning. “She was doing it RIGHT BY YOUR HEAD.”
He looks completely baffled.
Considering that I have struggled with insomnia for the better part of 40 years, it is something of a miracle that I slept through the INCREDIBLE racket set up by our little kitty. Perhaps it's our new bed...so comfy...when I do actually fall asleep, I sleep like the dead these days.
It makes me wonder if my poor husband will be the one to be constantly awakened by the Little One should she not be a good night time sleeper...
Sorry, Honey.
(Kind of...)
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