I find myself having the odd desire to make a post on my sorely neglected blog at 2am this lovely evening. Why, you might ask? Well, it's to ponder this thought.....Why is sleep so elusive?? I stayed up until 3:30am yesterday and my sweet husband let me sleep until 11:30. You think I would be exhausted, but after an extremely long and emotional day, yes it was a bad day, I find myself reenergized at 1:45am.
I wanted to let you know something, I use to be a morning person, shocking, I know. Yet after marrying Jared--a proclaimed night owl, and working full time nights, I have succumbed, not happily I might add, to the life of nights. I use to go to be at 10:30pm and wake up at 6am just so that I could go grocery shopping before anyone else. Now I'm lucky if I can pull myself out of bed when my son wakes up. It would be so much easier, and yes I have done it before, to just go back to sleep while my son destroys my house. I can just clean it up later, right?
Then there is the thought of sleep aids.....hmmmm. Well, I've tried unisom--horrible hangover. Ambien--works great, but I don't want to be addicted to a prescription sleep aid, I just save it for deserpate situations. Benadryl--doesn't work anymore, trust me. Dramamine--now that's some good stuff, a little hangover, but it takes a while to work and a while to get out of your system. Told ya, I'm well versed in the stuff.
So what am I going to do? Well, I'll probably just go climb in to bed, fight off the cat who claimed my spot on the bed and is shedding his nasty cat hair all over...yuk, toss and turn for the next few hours and then when my alarm goes off at 7am I'll hit snooze until 8:30, roll out of bed, throw on clothes and head out the door in a tired, stressed out, cranky and completely unpleasant mood to my 9am commitment.
I love my life.
