The Post Where I Discover Sleep is NOT Overrated.

As I sit here slurping my coffee and writing this through bleary eyes, I wonder ‘what next’. It’s Monday, that’s bad enough, with the collective weight of the world on her shoulders it’s no wonder Monday serves us up a barrel of shit to wade through. To add insult to injury Sunday night was a pure arsehole. There’s no other description. I have been noticing increased temperatures in my body for the past couple of weeks. Not a lot but enough to make me uncomfortable at times but last night it was awful! So bad in fact, that when the air conditioner reached it’s set temperature and cut out my brain went into panic. I lay there, trying desperately to will it back on without moving so as to not disturb the sleeping body beside me. I failed, on both counts, The King asked if I was going to be fidgeting long and the air conditioner mocked me from the other side of the room as the ambient temp soared to levels that could rival the surface of the sun. In my panicked state I tried, I really did, to lay still so the cool air could surround me but hormones are sneaky fuckers and cruel to a fault and so to avoid further discomfort to all, I picked up my pillow and headed downstairs to the couch, where I could settle in the cool of the cranked up air conditioner and flip flop to my heart’s content without disturbing my bed friend from his snoring slumber.

Upon arrival to the downstairs accommodations, I wake the dog, who huffs at me for the inconvenience and promptly ascends to quieter quarters. The clock reads 2:05 and I haven’t even begun to sleep. I toss and turn and try to settle but the component lights mock me in bright green and blue and white. The couch offers some comfort, the familiar feel of hours before but that was lounging and watching tv, this is trying to sleep, sadly it’s not the same. The air conditioner buzzes, the temperature drops and finally, finally I drift off to sleep.

4:13 am stares at me from the shelf as I readjust my position,  this sleeping on the couch thing is not for me, I miss my bed, I miss the snoring but it’s cool and I’m sleeping. Three more hours, that’s all I ask, just let me sleep until there’s a 7 at the beginning of the time. Then I will get up and be the mother that makes her kid breakfast, the mother who is cheery and asks how you slept even when I didn’t, who caters to your every need as you get ready to take on the world. Because that is my job.

So if you need me, you’ll find me, right where you left me, on the couch in the cool, waiting for the next hot flash to pass.couch bed

 

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  4. Don’t wait for the air conditioner to turn back on! Do you have an iPhone? If so, get the Naparu app! It’s only about $2.00 and I’ve been using it for over a year. It has a ton of different sounds, but I prefer the thunderstorm and the ocean.

    It also has a time that can go all night, so even if you wake up or can’t fall asleep, it’s still on.

    My other secret is linen spray. It’s flipping amazing. You spray it on your sheets and pillow before you go to sleep and it’s awesome.

    As you can tell by my comment at 1:15 in the morning, I don’t get much sleep, but when I do, I take it super seriously!

    I wonder if your spam blocker is going to block me because I totally sound like I’m hawking product. I promise I don’t get a cut of any of the stuff I suggested! 🙂

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  5. I had my first real bout with insomnia in 02.when my late husband forgot to include a 1099 in our tax return,it thought for sure the IRS.Was going to come with a huge trailer and hook our house to it and we would be left standing in the foundation waving bye-bye,to it.And all the while he was sleeping like a bear through it all.Thank our Lord, all we had to do was re-file with a special form and ,,tahday..done.Howvwer things were not right after that.But the worse is now.I have transverse Myelitis.amd every so many days a zombie like state will hit.I’ll be up for 3-4 days,then crash like wal-street in the 30’s. Its the worse feeling,and my lovely (umm-hm) grown children take advantage,because i will agree to anyhting,just to get them to leave.I started getting James Bond like. I actuallly installed a small webcam,and on my zombie days record..No more ordering weird shit on Qvc,on my name anymore kids.But all jokes aside it has taken a toll on my health,even my hair. So sleep is vital. for reasons to many to list,but fighting sickness is one. looking back,i wish i would have seen a specialist off the bat.As it is worse tahn any illness i know

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