I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead

I have been having a horrific time sleeping of late. And last night was no different. I’ve (sadly) become reliant on a nightly sleep aid, and last night I decided to try something more natural (on the recommendation of my doctor). It was incredibly unsuccessful. I spent a good half of the night convinced I was not sleeping. I must have actually been sleeping because I rolled over and it was almost 2 a.m. – but shortly after that, I was awake.

This all of course an explanation for my lack of writing today. Because NaBlo.

And yet I’m writing this. It counts.

Send me the Sandman my friends. I am a bear when I don’t sleep I get super crabby. I get super anxious. And most of the day I just want to sink into my bed and not come out. Which sucks when I have my older two. Because I want to make that time fun. But not so much today. I managed to get all of their haircuts done. Three out of five of us got flu shots. Hubs and I folded the four baskets of laundry that have been waiting most of the week. Hubs cleared out the back garden so we’re ready for the spring. And now, because fuck it, the new meds didn’t work the first time and I’m not doing that again, I’m taking the old meds and sleeping through daylight savings time.

Goodnight Gracie. 


  1. Glad you decided to go back to what works – getting sleep is most important.

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