Sleep eludes me. I needed to be asleep hours ago. I have tried deep breathing. I have tried sleepytime tea. I have not had caffeine since breakfast. Its nearly four am.
So tonights not going according to plan. Lack of sleep means tomorrow won't either. I need proper sleep to make it through the day. I worry about my demeanor and my focus. The risk of injury. The lost productivity. The long to do list I have tomorrow: That epic and self spawning list.
So many reasons for my lack of sleep. I wish I was one of those who napped when under stress. Nope, only a good basketball game or extremely busy days will bring about somnolent relief.
This weekend I'm sabotaged by anger. Some brave and ridiculous soul decided it was a good time to tick me off. I have often had difficulty sleeping when I'm mad. Try as I might, those stress hormones amp up and there goes the Sandman. I can usually handle a fair amount without repercussions until some beast comes along and decides to really push far, far too far. Add to that pique the betrayal my body adds by refusing to sleep. Its like a classic recipe for insomnia.
Even writing about sleeplessness is not making me sleepy. Not an exciting subject, either....I should have put half of you to sleep just by reading about it.
My coffee cup will be my best friend in the morning. Sure hope I can function when the alarm hits 630.
So tonights not going according to plan. Lack of sleep means tomorrow won't either. I need proper sleep to make it through the day. I worry about my demeanor and my focus. The risk of injury. The lost productivity. The long to do list I have tomorrow: That epic and self spawning list.
So many reasons for my lack of sleep. I wish I was one of those who napped when under stress. Nope, only a good basketball game or extremely busy days will bring about somnolent relief.
This weekend I'm sabotaged by anger. Some brave and ridiculous soul decided it was a good time to tick me off. I have often had difficulty sleeping when I'm mad. Try as I might, those stress hormones amp up and there goes the Sandman. I can usually handle a fair amount without repercussions until some beast comes along and decides to really push far, far too far. Add to that pique the betrayal my body adds by refusing to sleep. Its like a classic recipe for insomnia.
Even writing about sleeplessness is not making me sleepy. Not an exciting subject, either....I should have put half of you to sleep just by reading about it.
My coffee cup will be my best friend in the morning. Sure hope I can function when the alarm hits 630.
