or a night (or morning) in the life of the sleepless…
People always say there is never enough time in a day… if only I didn't need sleep, I could get oh so much done. I never intended to chronicle my insomniac moments however it is Spring Break and so I am on Day (or night 4) of the shorties being at Grandma's House. And what does that mean for Mommy? I AM SO TIRED!!
Since about 12:30am I wandered aimlessly about the house. Got in bed. Feigned sleep for about 30 minutes tortured, tossing and turning. Got up decided to watch The Biggest Loser, debated putting on a few hundred pounds with the thought that, hey I could win this thing… I can win the big bucks, get product endorsements, make money doing what I enjoy, yoga and beating up inanimate objects. And lots and lots of running shoes. Alas, it's not worth whatever I would have to do to gain that much weight.
I then became restless and looked at the dishwasher asking to be unloaded but what fun would that be? Surely there are some insomniacs out there, totally OCD, armed with a toothbrush cleaning grout off the floor tiles in the bathroom. I wish I could catch that disease. If you are out there, you have an open invitation.
Tired but wired. Can't function properly and yet cannot sleep. I decide I need Gatorade but without my full faculties intact though this is not necessarily due to the insomnia truth be told, a trip to 7-11 was in order. Except where I put my purse, who knows? Rather then locate it, I decide to count every penny in the house. Note to the elder child should you ever see this: No I would not, and would never touch your piggy bank. Absolutely not, I raided the swear jar, of course. Now, this is a jar for the really BIG words, like STUPID, or SHUT-UP, or HATE. Others exist but as I tell the girls, if you must say potty words as we all know that they are oh so funny, please do me a favor and both of you go in the potty and have a potty party. Be my guest.
I go to 7-11 at 2:43 in the morning, real safe. Armed with a change purse with about 300 pennies in it. Now my thinking is that the overnight clerk should be amused. What kind of fun does this guy have really? I smiled really big and everything. Not amused. Not one bit. He even asked me how old I am, and believe me, he was not flirting. To which I replied "Hey at least you won't have to crack open a roll of pennies anytime soon!" Big smile. Have a good night.
So now it is 4:42 and my next venture is to reorganize my entire musical catalog on my laptop which should get me to at least Good Morning America with any luck. Believe me I want to sleep. My only thought now is that I should have purchased more coffee creamer while I was out…
-Charmed I am Sure