This is why they invented coffee.
Okay, so it’s after noon, but let me just give you a brief re-cap of my night of restlessness.
12:49 a.m. ~ Go to bed.
1:12 a.m. ~ Finally fall asleep. Actually, for me, that’s pretty quick.
4:11 a.m. ~ Wake up from horrific nightmare. Get up. Pee. Have cigarette. Wonder why BF isn’t home from work yet.
4:18 a.m. ~ Go back to bed. Lie awake freaking out over dream.
4:46 a.m. ~ BF gets home from work. I get up. He shares his “wonderful news” with me. I tell him I had a nightmare about being raped in our bedroom. We hug and hang out for awhile. He eats dinner, plays guitar. I chain-smoke.
6:11 a.m. ~ We go to bed.
6: 24 a.m. ~ He falls asleep, snoring loudly. (Sometimes, I hate the way he can just do that.)
6:57 a.m. ~ AFter tossing and turning for 33 minutes, I finally get up to pee again. (Did I mention I drink a lot of water?)
7:08 a.m. ~ I fall into a fitful sleep. He’s snoring like a baby monster.
7: 32 a.m. ~ I wake up from another nightmare, and again pee and smoke.
7: 47 a.m. ~ I fall back asleep.
10:38 a.m. ~ I wake up. Again. (DAMNIT!!!) I get up, smoke, check my email, and go back to bed. Hoping…
10:49 a.m. ~ 12:00 p.m. ~ I toss and turn and eventually write this blog post in my head.
I give up. I’m gonna go make coffee and eat banana bread with cream cheese.
And before y’all get all old wives’ remedies for insomnia on me, this isn’t a new thing for me. It’s just gotten worse lately. It’s stress. I know that, but it still sucks.