The journey isn't always fun. Sometimes it's a sleepless night with hopes for a better day.
My grandpa lived a full life in the middle of the night when he got older. He would leave bed, watch some tv, make a sandwich and read Louis L'Amour paperbacks. Of course, he would sleep half the day, taking naps on the couch.
He and his poor sleep schedule were on my mind the other night as I doom scrolled Instagram from bed between the hours of midnight and 3 a.m. It was midnight when I awoke and the room was stuffy so I got up for a sip of water and turned on the ceiling fan.
About four minutes after lying down and closing my eyes tightly, I was cold. So I got up and turned it off. Stuffy again. So back on it went and I wrestled a blanket and my pillow to my likeness.
No matter what I do, I want to sleep on my left side but have read that sleeping with all your weight on your heart is a bad idea. That reminded me that heart problems run in the family.
I still have a chance at about five hours of rest if I go to sleep now.
Does the cat always bathe in bed in the middle of the night? Oh, look! My favorite writer is doing an online book club chat tomorrow night. I will register and then I will put down my phone and go back to sleep.
So I put down the phone, closed my eyes again and realized that I was hungry. Dinner didn't amount to much and lunch wasn't great either.
Nope. Too bad. Midnight snacks are not good for you and I will not become my grandpa.
I was still wide awake at 2:43. I should get up and do something useful. Maybe cleaning the kitchen would wear me out enough to sleep. Or maybe I would end up on the couch watching Little House On The Prairie with some peanut butter toast.
I have got to get it together, I thought. Grandpa was retired. He could sleep all day if he wanted. I have a job where they expect me to show up and be smart.
Good grief. I'm going to have an anxiety attack right here in the comfort of my bed if I don't get a grip.
This does not bode well for my old age!
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