I never have trouble sleeping. I’m a championship napper and I can pretty much fall asleep the second I close my eyes. But, lately (as in ever since we moved) I’ve been waking up for one to two hour stretches in the middle of the night. Then, I’m wide awake at 5 a.m. Even on the weekends. And, because it’s all a vicious cycle, I’m usually asleep before 9 p.m. because I’m so tired from the night, er morning before.
Picture it…2 a.m. arrives. My eyes bolt open for one of the following 3 4 reasons:
- There’s some email at work I forgot to send, someone I forgot to call back or SOMETHING else that can wait until the morning is bothering me.
- My stomach hurts (I’ve self diagnosed myself with an ulcer, or a parasite as my stomach has hurt for a week now).
- There’s some wedding detail that must be dealt with RIGHT NOW. Last night, it was because I need a poofy skirt (what’s that called?) for under my dress and I don’t know where to get one.
- All of the above.
I sit up, angrily rearrange my pillows, sigh heavily (thus waking up Bill, because if I’m miserable, I like for him to be miserable too. KIDDING) and then lie awake forever and ever. And, all of the sudden, it’s time to get out of bed.
HELP ME, INTERNET! I need a full eight hours of sleep. In a row. Because sleepy Rhi is Crabby Rhi. And, nobody likes Crabby Rhi. Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s 7 p.m. and I need to get ready for bed.