My Nights

My nights are fairly routine.

I get the kids settled and in bed, my husband goes to bed, and finally, all is quiet on the home front, and I can have ME time. I stay up far later than anyone in the house because this is the only time I can be alone and unwind, and I treasure it. No one's calling my name over and over to find this, do that, help with this, deal with that. I can watch TV, but more often than not, I will be found on the computer blogging. It's a habit, and one I'm not about to give up.

Then, there is the rest of my night. I try to read each night. That's usually uneventful. Sometimes hubby is snoring so loudly by the time I am ready to go to bed, that I end up going down to the couch. I need quiet.

The couch is not totally uncomfortable, but it's a couch, not a soft bed with warm sheets and down comforter, and I can't sleep in my normal position on the couch. I try this way and that, I toss and turn, but eventually, after my mind races a bit, I fall asleep.

I remember one night in particular not too very long ago that I couldn't sleep. I tried different positions, I reversed and put my head where my feet normally go, I got up and had some milk, I read my book, I blogged, and I tried again. Still couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts racing around in my head like greyhounds after Markie. Repeat cycle - minus the milk. Toss, turn, rearrange, read, blog, try to sleep again. Still didn't work. Thoughts are still racing around my head like The Indy 500. Zoom! Zoom! Sleep was still MIA. The next thing I knew, it was almost 7 AM. I had not slept one wink. Bad night.

On a night like tonight where I don't have to get up early and go to work, I watch movies, I relish my time alone, I blog, I even clean, I can be very productive at night. Night time is usually my favorite time of day - except when I can't sleep in spite of exhaustion.

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