I really wanted to post about something specific tonight, so much so, that I thought about it for hours in bed while I couldn’t sleep last night. However, today has been a crazy busy day and being sleep deprived and my eyes giving me grief, I am limiting myself to this few uninteresting lines of blurry dribble.
Tomorrow is a new day.
My eyes just need to keep healing.
I want to be able to see somewhat normally again.
That is all.
11:30pm for me to go to sleep, seems impossible. My ambien hasn’t even kicked in. I am watching the DVR’d “Bachelor: Women Tell All” and I am shamefully sucked in. I am trying to catch up on my Google Reader, looking around Facebook and Twitter, and thinking about the piled up sink of dishes waiting for me (in the morning, of course). I have so much to do and so much on my mind that even if I did lay down in bed, I’d still be up for another hour just listening to the craziness going on inside my head.
Tomorrow I am going back to decaf coffee in the morning. That’s it, I blame it all on caffeine.
Just need to figure out if I can get into my bed in the next four minutes and have it be worth it. Maybe I should ease myself into this sleep earlier creature… midnight might be the time tonight, then maybe 11:50 tomorrow, and ease myself back to 11:30.
Wait… We have a problem. Spring forward. It’s all gonna come crashing down on March 11th which is when daylight savings time begins. Damn. This means that my 11:30 goal will become a 10:30 inside my body. Ok, this is so totally not going to work.
I AM that oxymoron: the chronically fatigued insomniac.
One thing, which I know would probably make me healthier and feel better, would be for me to go to bed at a decent hour. Not to mention I have heard rumors that a solid 8-9 hours of sleep helps prevent you from aging. Being as that I am hitting the half way mark between 30 and 40 in January, and I am beginning to see gravity and life slowly affect my outward appearance. Also, my inner soul is starting to tire.
I have always been a night-owl, but my youth and graduate studies tended to keep me from needing more than 4-6 hours of sleep a night. I did fine with nights of no or little sleep before the age of 25, and then it rolled over to having two boys in a span of 20 months, which precipitated the “lack of sleep” issue. Again, I did ok with that.
And now, I have two darling boys that go to bed without complaints at 8pm, no questions asked. I truly am lucky and blessed that they welcome bedtime as easily as they do. I wonder if when this perfection will end.
I, however, stay up for hours after they’ve gone to bed. Sometimes I am doing useful things, like getting clothes ready for the next day of school, making lunches, loading the dishwasher, and folding a load of laundry. Often though I get sucked into my DVR that I only watch at night because my boys, including my husband, are soundly asleep in bed and they really have no interest in watching Project Runway or Top Chef.
My question is if anyone out there sets a curfew for themselves?
I am usually asleep by 1am. Everyday when I wake up exhausted from lack of sleep, I tell myself that I will go to bed earlier today, and I never do. The few times I have tried, I have failed miserably. I lay in bed wide awake with my mind racing a million miles a minute. I am on a first name basis with Melatonin and Ambien right now.
MS is a funny (as in perplexing) disease. It’s as though I cannot fall asleep at night, then I wake up exhausted in the morning, trudge through the day like a zombie, have to sit down every few minutes because my body fatigues so easily, then cannot fall asleep to take a nap when given the opportunity, and am so fatigued until the cycle repeats itself.