I'm posting blog entries left and right these days. It's because my brain is on over-drive. I don't know how to shift into neutral. (cool analogy, huh? I thought you would like that. I'm soooo savvy.)
Now I can no longer complain about Jane and her poor sleep habits. I know exactly where she gets it from.
Pointing finger at ----->ME
(Oh who am I kidding, I will still complain about it. It's what I do.)
It happens a lot. I will lie in bed and just NOT sleep. I don't think of anything in particular (health issues, blog entries, grocery lists, why are my hands itchy, it's too hot, I think I need to pee, my shoulder hurts, hey I am not sleeping, if I fall asleep now I can still get 6 hours, seriously, WHY are my hands itching.....). My brain won't shut up! Last night I laid in bed from 11-2 before I gave up looking at the clock. I assume that's because I fell asleep shortly thereafter. I hope that's why. Sometimes I don't even know IF I slept the night before.
If I wasn't sleeping with my little one and if I wasn't still nursing her and if I wasn't scared she would need me in the middle of the night, I would be popping Xanax like nobody's business. I'm a bundle of neurotic nerves. I've been pushed into overdrive by a week of poor sleep (thank you Jane) and I guess I am so worked up into a zombified frenzy that my brain won't shut down at night anymore.
Tonight I am going to bed when Jane does. I'm now allowed to get out of the bed and check Facebook. No status updates. No TV. No reading. (No working out.) I am punishing myself. I "sleep" when she sleeps. Take THAT insomnia!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
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Hi. I found your blog through a friend of mines, I love this post! This is so me. My girls are 2 and 4 so I am not in that 'crazy baby wakes up every few hours no sleep torture faze" but I have creative ADD and I have been staying up until an ungodly hour not being able to shut off my mind! Then I wake up to two perky little girls who got triple the amount of sleep I got, I kick myself and do it again the next night. Thank God for coffee! :) Brooke
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