I am quite certain that I could very easily be mistaken for one of the zombies in MJ’s “Thriller” video today. After the night I had last night, I must look like dead woman walking. And no, it did not involve any margaritas, thank you very much! My husband was out of town, and for some reason, I can never sleep well when he’s gone. Insomnia becomes my new best friend, and I hear every little pop and creak throughout our entire house all night long. And since our house was built in the late 1800’s, we have A LOT of unidentifiable pops and creaks, let me just tell ya.
I thought I was starting off on the right foot by crawling into bed fairly early with a good book that I’ve been wanting to read forever (The Shack). But after about three or four pages, I could barely keep my eyes open. When I shut the lights off and tried to drift away, though, my mind had VERY different plans for me. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with a million thoughts, so instead of counting sheep, I was counting all of the things I needed to get done the next day. No matter how much I tried to push out thoughts of my impossible-to-achieve “to-do” list, I kept thinking of more items to add to it.
And to add fury to the fire, I recently switched deodorant and now have some kind of irritated bump on my right armpit as a result. It hurts like a son of a bitch, so sleeping on my favorite side is not really an option at this point. As much as I tried to get comfortable on my left side, it just wasn’t working for me. I am a right side girl through and through and felt like I was going against all that is pure and good in the world by switching things up like that.
And as if I didn’t already have enough distractions, I also kept thinking that I heard footsteps in the hallway right outside my bedroom door. It was seriously freaking me out. My husband swears that we have a ghost in our house, so I was convinced that this so-called apparition was trying to mess with me. I was certainly not in the mood to be spooked. I desperately needed my sleep and was ready to kick any spiritual punk booty that got in my way.
Somehow, some way, I apparently must’ve managed to finally fade away at some point. I couldn’t have been sleeping for more than a half an hour, though, before I was startled awake by a faint cry of “Mommy!” I lay there for a minute, praying to God that I was dreaming, but then I heard it again, only louder. “MOMMY!!!!” Nope, not a dream. I dragged myself out of bed and down the hall to see what was soooooo important that I had to be jerked out of my hard-earned slumber. The highly crucial reason for this very unwelcome interruption was that my son was thirsty. Unbelievable. I had tossed and turned, made additions and subtractions from a very detailed “to-do” list, mentally battled a ghost in the hallway, and agonized through armpit pain and suffering all to be awoken for a freaking drink of water?!! But as all good mamas do, I took several deep breaths and calmly walked my son to his bathroom to get a sip of water and then tucked him back in bed with a kiss. I then went back to my insomnia haven and stared at the ceiling for the next several hours.
What has happened to me? Have I forgotten how much I LOVE sleep? I saw one of those Ambien t.v. ads this morning, which obviously caught my eye. I contemplated whether or not I might need some type of sleeping aid. Shortly thereafter, though, I saw a commercial for a news show with the latest Michael Jackson death investigation details, and I shook that idea right out of my head. I don’t like being looped out on pills — just one Benadryl makes my head feel like it’s on the teacup ride at Disney World. I’m keeping my tired fingers crossed that I’m so exhausted tonight, that I just literally pass out when my head hits the pillow. If not, I certainly have enough things “to do” around here that I can easily keep myself busy all night. I’m holding out hope for the former….