I had the WORST night, sleeping-wise. I didn't fall asleep until sometime just after twelve--probably all that bedrest on Sunday catching up with me--but then, in about a three hour time frame, I bolted up with the same dream five times. Each time I was looking for something that was missing, something that affected my boys, and so I was searching, and checking on them, all the while not really having any clue what I was doing. And then, after a minute or so, once I was completely and totally wide awake, it would kick in that I was dreaming and there really wasn't anything to look for, anything to worry about. But even then, it seemed so real, and I wasn't absolutely sure. So I would drop back into bed and think about it, unable to fall back to sleep.
Ick! I woke up exhausted and with a sore back, just wanting to curl back up and sleep and sleep. Didn't happen. And since I don't drink coffee, I'm hoping hot chocolate will give me a little caffeine kick. Or maybe I'll go straight for the hard stuff and crack open an RC this morning.
I really, really hope tonight is better.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
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Sorry about the rough night! So how many times did you count your kids last night?
Yuck. I had the same kind of night, actually. Isn't that strange? Hope tonight is better!
Multiple times, Stacy. Multiple times.
You too, Julie! I commiserate.
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