7 Years of a Mom Blog Series:
I Can't Sleep
I'm heading into the hospital...erm...having my engine steam cleaned, later this week and meeting with my Gynecol...MECHANIC!...to discuss biopsy...I mean...PERFORMANCE EFFICIENCY DIAGNOSTICS...but, I'll find out more about that, later.
[UPDATE: Diagnostics came back negative and that is SUCH A GOOD THING, REALLY! So, putting my chasis into the shop for fine tuning is a GO for today!!!]
What?
Yeah. I'm old. Still. Trust me when I tell you...it's NOT the years honey...it's the mileage...and I've got something REAL special, just for you (yes, YOU!) while I'm gone.
[reaches deep into pockets]
WAIT! Don't go, I promise, it's nothing tooooo graphic or gross (this time) but, kind of, sort of fun actually.
You see, my oldest was reading this year's birthday post (7th one I've written, as a matter of fact) and she dug up some old...VINTAGE!...blog posts from way back in 2003.
You know, when social media meant you were THRILLED just to make it onto someone's blogroll?!?
Ahem.
So, begins the 7 Years of a Mom Blog series of republished blog posts I wrote EXACTLY 7 years ago, today.
Keeping score: we had 3 cats, no doofus, kids were 10, 7, 4 and 2 at the time.
7 years ago today: a blog post written while under the influence of a sleeping aide induced fog...ENJOY!!!
I remember my father teasing me about my being a teenager and how I could fall asleep sitting, standing, leaning or pretty much wherever and whenever I closed my eyes – no matter what time of day or night.
In my twenties I needed very little sleep, if any.
I would work a ten or twelve hour day, run home to freshen up, go out and party, go to Denny’s for breakfast, run home and sleep for an hour or two, freshen up and go right back to work without a blink of an eye, albeit as bloodshot as they may have been.
In my thirties I was inducted into the motherhood hall of fame and introduced to sleep deprivation.
I wanted sleep and needed sleep in the worst way.
I quickly learned to nap when my four babies napped, grabbing snippets of shut eye whenever and wherever the opportunity arose - no matter what time of day or night.
Today, I can’t sleep!
After years of abuse, my sleep pattern has pretty much frayed to not being able to sleep for days at a time.
Until, four or five days later, my system would go into full blown shut down mode and I would crash for an entire Saturday or Sunday...rinse and repeat.
With the prospect of facing another sleepless night and another witching hour, this afternoon, I took two Tylenol PM last night at eight.
I waited. I waited some more.
At nine, with my husband fast asleep on the couch, I pretty much gave up on sleep induction and toyed with the idea of surfing the Internet.
I remember turning the page of the magazine I was reading and the rest is pretty fuzzy after that.
I kind of rolled off of my oversized club chair; doggy styled it into my husband’s side and nudged him with the top of my head muttering something like, “Sleep, now, night.”
That’s all I remember.
Looking at my face, bloated and sagging all at the same time, I heard my husband say, “I had such a bad dream last night. My back hurts this morning from it. Did you hear me get up at five this morning? I was literally whimpering from it.”
I turned to face him and he visibly shuttered, “Oh, I see, sleeping aid induced fog this morning, aye?”
So, here I sit completely exhausted, but thankful that my two oldest are in school, while the two youngest are content with watching The Great Mouse Detective and I try to get some less physically demanding work done.
But, I can say that the Tylenol PM did work….at least my witching hour came two hours early today.
Excuse me while I go and make some coffee.
Posted by Liz @ 11/17/2003 02:05:00 PM
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