I love to sleep. No. Seriously. I heart sleeping well beyond my ability to verbally describe just how much I love it. I am renowned in various circles with my ability to knock back as many hours of sleep, roughly, as a hibernating momma bear.
So, imagine my surprise when I stopped being able to do it properly a few years back. Not being able to fall asleep in the first place. Or, waking up at 3 am, 5 am, 6 am, 6:30 am, 6:40 am, 6:45am, 6:48 am, 6:50am6:52am6:53am6:53and20seconds.......AGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
I HATE my bedroom ceiling. I HATE my endlessly running brain. I HATE that Princess Jada the cat knows EXACTLY where my bladder is and chooses to knead it like raw dough at 5 in the morning, almost every morning. I HATE that just the softest plea from Chris (the fiancé), like "Honey, you're snoring", will result in my being up for hours planning everything that I need to do for every interminable second the rest of the day. I HATE that my already difficult job now regularly invades my most precious me time.
Another goal this year....to learn how to sleep again. To give my body, soul and mind the rest it absolutely requires. I vividly recall that, as a teenager, I had not a care in the world and could sleep an entire day away. My bed and I have a pact to return to those more carefree times.
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On a side note, I found out today that an old college theater buddy named Jon has passed away. I have wonderful memories of Jon and I manning the stage manager booth during our school's production of "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" and us making out more than once. It never went anywhere, so it was probably just a result of the awe-inspiring and heat-inducing war between George and Martha that got us all het up, but I do look back on those times fondly. Rest in peace, Jon.
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No workout yesterday, or today. Using the tired excuse, but I MUST get back on the horse tomorrow!
Jenn
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Jen, I am sorry about your friend Jon! Thank you though my good buddy for opening my sleepy eyes to a possible reason that my son is so insistant on staying in theater tech. Yes, he gets paid a meager sum but I just wonder...(He does the light board not sound, but the possibility of hanky panky going down up there is stirring my brain). I may be joining you now on the nightly ceiling stairdown as I slip into a slight depression.
ReplyDeleteAwww, haha!!!! Sorry, Cin, didn't mean to give you such worrisome food for thought. No need to stress, though - it is a rare thing to be able to get a little kissy face in. We only got away with it because it was a faculty production and all of our superiors were onstage. ;)
ReplyDeleteOh, and you helped me realize an error, thank you. I meant to write stage manager booth, not sound booth.
lol...It's ok Jen, chosing to trust and not worry. I'm already gray enough as it is. I'll try to concentrate on the quest to drop some lbs instead right along with you.
ReplyDeleteI, too, was an expert sleeper. I could sleep for a good 12 hours straight and still go back to sleep in a short time. Nothing would wake me up or keep me awake, not even my constantly-ruminating brain! I don't even want to get into bed anymore, often up past 3 AM. I have no reason for this.
ReplyDeleteSorry about your friend. I know exactly how that is, having lost pretty much everyone but one old friend now. <3
Welcome to the aventure, Cinda. :)
ReplyDeleteJana, you and I should make a pact, since we're both in PST and up around the same times. Every night one of us should say to the other one "Go to bed, dammit!" :) <3
ReplyDeleteSorry about your friends. :(
Jenn