I hate the nights where I can't sleep (much like this one).
The nights where I keep twisting and turning trying to find a comfortable position.
The nights where there is so much weighing on my mind
That not even my tempurpedic pillow can support the weight of my head.
I hate the nights where I can't find peace.
The nights where I keep thinking to myself "Brain! SHUT UP for crying out loud! You're expected to function in less than 5 hours."
The nights where I keep thinking "Okay, if I fall asleep RIGHT NOW, I'll get at least 4 1/2 hours of sleep."
I hate the nights that throw me into the depths of morning without sympathy.
The nights where expensive moments tick away beyond my control, and each second is one I can't get back.
The nights where my body aches for an unconscious moment of serene.
The very nights that will lead to my downfall the next day.
Much like this one...
I've finally learned I do much better if i just get up and start doing stuff. At my house I have to keep pretty quiet so I don't wake up the girls but if I can't sleep after an hour of laying there I get up and start doing stuff, research on the computer, folding/starting laundry, sending e-mails, craft projects. it seems insane and I'm tired the next day but I feel so much better actually getting stuff done instead of just laying there.
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