i LOVE to sleep. then why does it take so darn long for me each night to actually make it to my bed?
i think i tell myself almost every morning (after hitting the snooze a half dozen times and finally dragging myself up to face the day) that i'll get to bed earlier, that i'll give myself a nice 8 hours of rest. but who am i kidding? i'll be lucky if i get 7. or 6 for that matter.
even on nights that i am sleepy, i'll find myself up late working, channel surfing, or reading an entire book on my kindle. even now, i'm sprawled all over the bedroom floor (as not to disturb my husband), typing this entry, contemplating why i'm not asleep next to him.
it's because once i'm up there all snuggled into the blankets and warm, a cat (or 2) at my feet, i'll be awake for hours. thinking. about what? sometimes about how i can stop thinking. about how i can relax my mind, like tricking myself to sleep. i've even tried the breathing exercises and pretending i'm weightless kind of thing, but i suppose i'm not cut out for meditation. counting sheep? ugh. my mind sidetracks so easily when numbers are involved.
so what's an insomniac to do? i guess i have all night to figure out the answer.
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