Wide awake at midnight. Studly snores boisterously. My mind runs rampant through the possibilities. My prayers are said, my book’s been read. I’m tired, but sleep won’t come.
What have I forgotten to do? Who have I forgotten to call? Where am I supposed to be? What if I cannot do it all?
A new friend suggests that I’m an overachiever. Conscientious, to a fault. I’m more inclined to think that I suffer from a lack. Of something. Ability? Logic? Imagination? Drive? Sleep, certainly.
I probably should stop drinking Chardonnay in the evening. Get more exercise. Eat better. Switch to Merlot?
I probably should stop reading post-apocalyptic young adult novels that begin at the end of everything and then try to find a beginning. Maybe they make me too anxious.
I just want to sleep.
Peace, People.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Once I stopped worrying about not sleeping, I began to enjoy myself. If it was 2 am, then I did not have to work, and this time was FREE time, to spend as I wished – watch a movie, read a book, do a crossword. After an hour or so I find I can sleep again and it usually works. Good Luck 🙂
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Thanks for the advice! I do get up occasionally, but that seems to piss off my husband!
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oh no – mustn’t wake the sleeping spouse! 🙂
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Exactly!
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