Sleep

Happy time change!  One of the reasons we moved to Saskatchewan (not really) is that they don’t observe any time changes.  In other words, while all of you are all rushing around because you’re an hour late this morning, I am sitting here enjoying my morning coffee.  Well, maybe not…

I don’t sleep well. I never have. One of my most vivid childhood memories is laying in the bed counting the ceiling tiles and wishing that I could go to sleep. The only way I sleep well is if I stay up SUPER late, because I’m a night owl naturally and then sleep in super late. I was made for 3rd shift. I thrive at night, I wake up and become alert and personable and even kind of hyper. All that back story is to tell you that if you don’t work 3rd shift, staying up til the wee hours and then sleeping in real late is NOT feasible. In university I used to take naps, but that stopped because cat naps only work for toddlers and college students; and they make it even harder for me to sleep at night.  And I am one of those people who needs plenty of sleep.  Like nine hours of sleep.  If I get four hours or less, I can usually get through the day.  Barely.  And I usually end up with a migraine.  But anything between four and nine just doesn’t work. At all.

So let me give ya a run down of our “typical” evening (we have church events almost every night and we don’t usually get home til 10pm, except friday/youth group and that is a LATE night)

Around 9:30 husb starts getting yawny and comfy/cozy. (he is one of those generally untrustworthy morning people)

10:00 Husb starts getting a little grumps (because he is NOT a night person)

10:05 I start getting silly

10:10 I run around the house singing at top of my lungs

10:20 husb says (in his grumpy gruff voice) “shut that dirty mouth woman” (GUH-RUMP)

10:45 I sit still for about .005 seconds and then start talking a MILE a minute

11:00 husb falls asleep and is snoring, I commence the pranking

Sometime between 11 and 12 I convince him he has lost a limb and needs to go upstairs to retrieve it, he always obliges.

12:00 I try to read, put on bath and body works “sleepy” lotion and then try my hardest to sleep…

7 am Husb wakes up with a crazy grin on his face all happy and generally dis-trustworthy…then I curse. Grump.

honestly though, sleep and I battle. When I go right to sleep, I inevitably wake up 4 hours later wide awake and can’t go back to sleep. When I struggle with actually going to sleep, I don’t get to sleep until way too late and then have to sleep in, also way too late. It’s a weird nightly conflict that I don’t win. I don’t drink caffeine after 5pm (unless it’s an extreme situation), I try to rest and make myself relax, I’ve taken stuff and while that makes me sleep, I don’t feel rested.

A few nights ago, we went to bed super late, and then I couldn’t go to sleep and then I woke up at like 4am! It was crazy!

Then 2 nights ago at a womens retreat I stayed up talking and connecting to some sweet friends and then woke up again about 4 hours later.

Now to the point of this whole post. Last night I went to bed relatively early because I was tired from staying up so late the night before. I need to interject that I also get crazy migraines (and sometimes even have to go to the hospital because of them), and the number 1 triggers are are sleep and stress. Both of which I battle. So, on Thursday I had a major migraine and had to go get shots. So Friday I felt like I had been hit by truck and still had a bit of a headache (never good), then I stayed up super duper late Friday night and then went to bed relatively early last night.

I woke up at ………5 stinkin AM.  I was still really tired, so I tossed and turned for about an hour.  Then I looked at my phone and realized it was after 7.  So I freaked out.  Then I freaked husb out and we ran around the house and chicken feathers were flyin, and we were scramblin, and coffee was brewin, the dog was barkin, the cat was meowin. And then we realized it was only 6.

My phone had apparently updated itself as if we did observe DST.

Also, my husb is drama. I’ll have to update you tomorrow.

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