Mr. Sandman and I–apparently–are not currently on speaking terms. I’m not all too certain when our relationship turned or–for that matter–why it turned, but, alas, it has.
Mr. Sandman was, at one time, my very dear friend. Now, it appears he has found a new hobby, a new friend, or has simply decided to go shopping, on vacation, or is watching TV or reading a book and is no longer interested in whether or not I get a deep, full, revitalizing slumber. He didn’t leave me abruptly so that I would notice his departure immediately. No, in fact, he slowly backed out of our relationship until one night–in the wee hours of the morning–I was left wondering what had happened to our once stellar relationship.
To the best of my recollection, it all began one fateful night in May when I awoke somewhere between two and three with dizzying thoughts of the day ahead’s full calendar. I figuratively ran through what was sitting on my desk, which really was a manageable amount of work, then tucked my arm under my pillow, settled back down, and fell back into a restless, tossing-and-turning sleep that did me no good.
From there, it just progressed into being robbed of more and more sleep each night until I finally reached the point I’m at right now–Sleep Interruptus!
It’s maddening, really. I get to listen to my hubby sleeping soundly. I get to listen to the traffic I normally never hear. There’s the occasional cat fight, bump in the night, and let’s not forget counting the time between when the central air kicks off and kicks back on again. Oh, and I get to plan out the coming day like nobody’s business.
I’ve got remedies for Sleep Interruptus like reciting the 50 states in alphabetical order frontwards and backwards. Running through the alphabet and reciting only girls names that end in “LY” or boys names that actually contain two names in one like Ed-Ward and Wil-Liam. Oh, I can get creative! Mostly, I’ve turned to saying my prayers again or counting my blessings.
I’m fairly certain Mr. Sandman has begun to come around and his attorney is talking to my attorney about mending our relationship instead of divorcing from it entirely and finally. I’m really looking forward to rekindling the romance with sleep!
So how about you? What remedies do you have for giving Sleep Interruptus the heave-ho?
Until next time, may Mr. Sandman come calling each and every night, and may your dreams be sweet and light.