Not only did it take FOREVER for me to fall asleep, I didn’t get into that “deep restful” type of sleep and I think I heard every creak of the house and every outside noise that there was.
Then at 3:00am I was awakened by something that I couldn’t figure out. Once awake, my mind would not shut up. I couldn’t get comfortable and I couldn’t stop thinking about crap that I knew I couldn’t do anything about right that minute, but I still fretted over it.
Don’t forget to charge my cell phone for going out of town to the seminar Tuesday.
Don’t forget to pack a lunch so I can eat in the park across the street.
Make a copy of the tickets.
Don’t forget to leave a checklist for whoever takes my place at work.
Did I put the twisty tie back on the bread or is it out in bread drawer drying out?
Did MiniMe pre-pack her lunch for band today?
Don’t forget to call the Dr about updating her immunization card for registration.
Did I uninstall that stupid irc thing? I think I did. I meant to.
What’s that smell? Do I smell burnt popcorn? What time is it?
If I go to sleep *right now*, I can get almost three hours of sleep.
Why can I not get comfortable? This pillow sucks. I need a new pillow. I wonder when we’ll get back to Bed Bath & Beyond. I don’t want to buy one from WalMart.
Finally…*this* position is comfortable. I can almost feel myself drifting off to sleep. My foot itches…Maybe if I don’t move it will stop. Dammit. Now I’m uncomfortable again.
What time is it? If I go to sleep *right now* I can get almost two hours of sleep.
It’s hot in here. JL is sleeping so soundly, I’m jealous. Maybe if I snuggle up to him, I’ll be able to sleep. Geez, he’s a fricken human heater. It’s hot in here. He’s snoring. My pillow sucks. What’s that noise? Ah, stupid tinnitus. Ring. Ring. Ring. What time is it? If I go to sleep right now I’ll get about an hour and a half of sleep. I wonder how my net friend’s mom is doing since his grandma just passed away. Nobody even told me when *my* grandma died. Why did they do that to me? Why did my grandma never seem to like me when I reached about high school age? I remember when mom and dad split up, grandma wouldn’t come 21 miles to see me graduate, but she flew 1280 miles to go see my cousin’s graduation. Why? I loved her much…why didn’t she love me back?
*Epiphany*… when mom and dad were having trouble, they argued a LOT over me. That’s it! Twenty-something freaking years later and it finally dawns on me that my grandma went to her grave blaming me for her son’s unhappiness. Wow. Now my sucky pillow is wet. Hey, it’s daylight. What time is it? Doesn’t matter, I don’t deserve to sleep.
Then at 3:00am I was awakened by something that I couldn’t figure out. Once awake, my mind would not shut up. I couldn’t get comfortable and I couldn’t stop thinking about crap that I knew I couldn’t do anything about right that minute, but I still fretted over it.
Don’t forget to charge my cell phone for going out of town to the seminar Tuesday.
Don’t forget to pack a lunch so I can eat in the park across the street.
Make a copy of the tickets.
Don’t forget to leave a checklist for whoever takes my place at work.
Did I put the twisty tie back on the bread or is it out in bread drawer drying out?
Did MiniMe pre-pack her lunch for band today?
Don’t forget to call the Dr about updating her immunization card for registration.
Did I uninstall that stupid irc thing? I think I did. I meant to.
What’s that smell? Do I smell burnt popcorn? What time is it?
If I go to sleep *right now*, I can get almost three hours of sleep.
Why can I not get comfortable? This pillow sucks. I need a new pillow. I wonder when we’ll get back to Bed Bath & Beyond. I don’t want to buy one from WalMart.
Finally…*this* position is comfortable. I can almost feel myself drifting off to sleep. My foot itches…Maybe if I don’t move it will stop. Dammit. Now I’m uncomfortable again.
What time is it? If I go to sleep *right now* I can get almost two hours of sleep.
It’s hot in here. JL is sleeping so soundly, I’m jealous. Maybe if I snuggle up to him, I’ll be able to sleep. Geez, he’s a fricken human heater. It’s hot in here. He’s snoring. My pillow sucks. What’s that noise? Ah, stupid tinnitus. Ring. Ring. Ring. What time is it? If I go to sleep right now I’ll get about an hour and a half of sleep. I wonder how my net friend’s mom is doing since his grandma just passed away. Nobody even told me when *my* grandma died. Why did they do that to me? Why did my grandma never seem to like me when I reached about high school age? I remember when mom and dad split up, grandma wouldn’t come 21 miles to see me graduate, but she flew 1280 miles to go see my cousin’s graduation. Why? I loved her much…why didn’t she love me back?
*Epiphany*… when mom and dad were having trouble, they argued a LOT over me. That’s it! Twenty-something freaking years later and it finally dawns on me that my grandma went to her grave blaming me for her son’s unhappiness. Wow. Now my sucky pillow is wet. Hey, it’s daylight. What time is it? Doesn’t matter, I don’t deserve to sleep.
1 comment:
If I could verbalize 1/2 as well as you can, I'd give up this stupid flying racket and write for a living.
Well said!
Flysalot (from RFC)
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