Well, I think it’s official. I have insomnia. That’s a
self-diagnosis but considering I'm not sleeping, I don't think I need a degree to call a spade a spade.
I’ve always been a late nighter but over the past few years I’ve successfully turned my internal clock around and, for the most part, manage to get to bed before midnight. But, for the past month, I seem to be up until 2:00 am or later and then drag my tired body up the stairs to toss and turn like a chicken on a spit, growing more and more frustrated as the hours tick away. You’d think I’d get up and do something productive but I keep hoping sleep will come so I lay there deep breathing and counting sheep. I'm surviving on two to four hours a night and I can only wonder, how long can this last?
For lack of a better reason, I’m blaming the new website. I’ve been so excited lately my mind has been in hyper drive. I have fallen head or heels in love with rug hooking again. After twelve years things had gone a bit stale but now the endorphins are pumping through my veins like water through pressured pipes. Now, if only I could get a decent night’s sleep!
So, I wanted to finish my hooked piece but got home Sunday evening and found a flea on one of my pups so I had to vacuum the entire house and then bathe all four hounds. That took four hours and finally finished around 1:30. My feet were dragging and I tripped over my eyelids a couple of times so I figured…tonight’s the night, I’m so bloody tired I’ll fall asleep for sure. Well, good thing I’m not a betting women or I’d have lost my night shirt. No sleep until around 5:30 and then I snuggled in like a baby until rudely awakened at 8:00 by a screaming alarm that pulls you into consciousness with the subtlety of a cannon boom. I might be able to fall back to sleep if not for the fact that I have work to do and four tiny full bladders to take outside.
So, no hooking again last night…I'm busy cleaning my house to ready it for our Main Street Hooker’s Christmas party on Wednesday evening. This will be the Christmas scour so I should be ready with only a bit of dusting and vacuuming for the holidays. As I work I ask myself, “Why do I have all these little things to dust?” "Stuff" my husband calls it. Sure, most of it cost a pretty penny but none of it is necessary or supports life in any way, shape or form. Stuff that you can live without. Stuff that if you packed it away and didn’t see it for two years would be forgotten. We gather all this stuff into our nests until we need to build on rooms to accommodate it all. Maybe I’m just getting old and tired, well tired anyway. Still don’t feel any older than twenty in my head although the mirror tells me otherwise. I have a birthday this month, I’ll be 54! I don’t know where the time goes! Speaking of time, it’s now past 1:30 am so better scoot off to bed. Fingers crossed this is the end of the sleep draught, but if not, tonight I get up and polish the silver or clean the wood stove pipe.
Someone posted the above picture on Facebook....send the swat team to my house immediately, I’ll gladly take a shot to the head!
self-diagnosis but considering I'm not sleeping, I don't think I need a degree to call a spade a spade.
I’ve always been a late nighter but over the past few years I’ve successfully turned my internal clock around and, for the most part, manage to get to bed before midnight. But, for the past month, I seem to be up until 2:00 am or later and then drag my tired body up the stairs to toss and turn like a chicken on a spit, growing more and more frustrated as the hours tick away. You’d think I’d get up and do something productive but I keep hoping sleep will come so I lay there deep breathing and counting sheep. I'm surviving on two to four hours a night and I can only wonder, how long can this last?
For lack of a better reason, I’m blaming the new website. I’ve been so excited lately my mind has been in hyper drive. I have fallen head or heels in love with rug hooking again. After twelve years things had gone a bit stale but now the endorphins are pumping through my veins like water through pressured pipes. Now, if only I could get a decent night’s sleep!
So, I wanted to finish my hooked piece but got home Sunday evening and found a flea on one of my pups so I had to vacuum the entire house and then bathe all four hounds. That took four hours and finally finished around 1:30. My feet were dragging and I tripped over my eyelids a couple of times so I figured…tonight’s the night, I’m so bloody tired I’ll fall asleep for sure. Well, good thing I’m not a betting women or I’d have lost my night shirt. No sleep until around 5:30 and then I snuggled in like a baby until rudely awakened at 8:00 by a screaming alarm that pulls you into consciousness with the subtlety of a cannon boom. I might be able to fall back to sleep if not for the fact that I have work to do and four tiny full bladders to take outside.
So, no hooking again last night…I'm busy cleaning my house to ready it for our Main Street Hooker’s Christmas party on Wednesday evening. This will be the Christmas scour so I should be ready with only a bit of dusting and vacuuming for the holidays. As I work I ask myself, “Why do I have all these little things to dust?” "Stuff" my husband calls it. Sure, most of it cost a pretty penny but none of it is necessary or supports life in any way, shape or form. Stuff that you can live without. Stuff that if you packed it away and didn’t see it for two years would be forgotten. We gather all this stuff into our nests until we need to build on rooms to accommodate it all. Maybe I’m just getting old and tired, well tired anyway. Still don’t feel any older than twenty in my head although the mirror tells me otherwise. I have a birthday this month, I’ll be 54! I don’t know where the time goes! Speaking of time, it’s now past 1:30 am so better scoot off to bed. Fingers crossed this is the end of the sleep draught, but if not, tonight I get up and polish the silver or clean the wood stove pipe.
Someone posted the above picture on Facebook....send the swat team to my house immediately, I’ll gladly take a shot to the head!
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