You Are Getting Sleepy, Very Sleepy…
well it’s 12:30 am on a monday night. why am i still up? why am i posting on my blog when i should be in bed, asleep, dreaming of peace on earth and good will toward men?
it’s called insomnia and i am one of its minions. i’m not exactly sure when it all started, when i started to have trouble sleeping, but it’s been the bane of my existence for as long as i can remember.
this is how it starts: it’s seven o’clock and i sure could use some aspirin for this raging headache i have. gee, maybe i’ll wash it down with some pepsi. *three hours later* it’s getting late, maybe i’ll do some reading before i go to bed…look at the time. better get to bed! i wonder how my kids are going to be with my sub tomorrow? hmmm. what should my mythology class do instead of a test on friday? i know! they’ll act out parts of the trojan war and that way they’ll have to interact with each other and their texts and show greater understanding of the characters and story by creating dialogue-based skits and then my feet got hot and i can’t sleep if i have warm feet, don’t ask me why i don’t know and then the cat wants to cuddle but it’s getting hot and i don’t want to disturb the cat because this is one of the few times when he isn’t trying to gnaw my hand off and then i start thinking about the house i want to buy and what it’s going to look like and the furniture i want to put in it; do you think red will look okay on the walls or should i go with the tan and will we like living in st. louis and will we get good jobs at places we love, and, and, and….
you get the picture. it’s like this almost every night. although, i’m not usually up until one in the morning hashing out my one-way conversation. eventually my brain does shut itself off, and i can wander into dreamland. sometimes it takes the assistance of a little tylenol pm, but better that than the alternative: not-enough-sleep-black-duffle-bag-under-eye-mega-bitch-don’t-make-me-want-to-hurt-you dawn. she’s not very pleasant to be around.
but that’s my routine. i unwind after a long day at night before bed. my mind is going a mile a minute and it’s when i’m at my most thoughtful and creative. how convenient. it’s also when i can work out any problems i’m having at work with my students, or think of something fun to do in class (or not so fun, as the case might be), create a list of things to do (finish staining my bookcase, buy cute black summer sandals, get two more picture frames for fargo/simon baby pictures–don’t laugh, find the lost treasure of the atocha, learn a language, take up quilting, write a book, etc, etc, etc) and it goes on and on from there.
so if you have any pearls of wisdom, any slices of down home cure-alls, placebos, or exotic elixirs, let me know.
my feet are finally room temperature again and i think the tylenol is kicking in so…
goodnight stars, goodnight moon, goodnight you.
sweet dreams.