Monday, March 14, 2011
I used to have it and could get by with just two or three hours of sleep a night. Those days are gone and I must have a full night's sleep or I transform into CrankyBitch.
Unfortunately, J has insomnia.
If I go to bed early enough to get good and asleep before he wanders up to bed I am okay - and can usually sleep through his nocturnal wanderings. But the last couple of nights I have been awake when he decided it was bed time. Oh. My. God. The man watches tv. He reads. He listens to his CDs. He eats. He drinks. He flips channels on the television. He eats again. He watches tv and FINALLY finds something that interests him, so he cranks the volume up. I mumble something about turning it down a lil please. He then continues to flip channels. Wander through to the kitchen for a drink of water. Etc., Etc., and so on and so forth.
Tonight I stood up and announced (before I was fully awake) that now I understand why I go to bed so early, that if I am not comatose before he comes up then I just don't sleep well. No response - he went back to watching the interviews with the Sister Wives.
So now I am downstairs at 2:00 a.m. I've wandered the house, I've eaten brownies, I've drank water, I've let the dog outdoors.. I've read the news, now I'm blogging.
I guess insomnia is contagious. CrankyBitch will soon be making an appearance, I'm guessing.