I write a post about the importance of getting 8 hours of sweet shuteye and what happens? I have one of the worst nights of sleep in weeks!
Was in bed by 10-ish but couldn't sleep to save my life. Could have been the election coverage. I don't normally try to sleep with the TV on and last night was no exception. I was watching the big screen with one eye -- the other was focused on my little screen as I attempted to catch up with reading. At some point, we both realized that staying up wasn't going to change the morning's results and with a click, we turned it off.
While we shut the lights out I couldn't stop thinking. Funny thing, I can't remember what the heck was so important last night -- but trust me, whatever it was -- I kept turning it around and around in my head and it kept me up.
I think I was down by midnight -- but something startled me at 3:00am. The half-awake, no lights on bathroom path is well-established and luckily, after my "I'm over 40" trip, I was back in my bed before I had a chance to think about it. No sooner had I snuggled up to George Clooney on some beach, somewhere -- my eyes fluttered open! I thought it was an angel but after my eyes refocused from bright light I realized that my daughter was standing at the foot of my bed. A glance at the clock? 5:00 am! My right arm automatically stretched across the bed. Pat, pat, pat, pat -- nothing there. Husband was in the bathroom. I can't pass this one off, I thought.
I know this won't win me any mother of the year awards, but it's the truth. I asked my girl what was wrong, she replied "tummy ache." I think I mumbled something about throwing up and she dismissed it. And like that, sensing that this wasn't really that urgent, I told her to get a blanket and sleep in my big comfy chair.
Head finally positioned right, I felt myself drifting again. Just as I was about to sink back into sleep I heard rustling. It was my husband walking down the hallway, then downstairs, opening doors. He came out of the bathroom, noticed the light on in our daughter's room. He didn't see her in her bed, clearly missed her in the darkness of our room, and was searching the house for her!!! As much as it pained me, I got out of bed, reluctantly, stumbled downstairs and provided her whereabouts and health condition.
At this point, any chance for real deep sleep was as likely as poor A-Rod hitting a ball this past season! The spell was broken, my mojo - gone. Or so I thought. I laid down yet again.
At 7:30 my son was shaking me -- he needed a ride to school.
And just like that, my night was over. My sleep, as elusive as ever. My mood was only lifted by the smell of coffee.
Turning in early tonight. Please, don't leave the lights on.