Why oh why oh why am I still awake? Yet again, I have a meeting tomorrow morning in Simpsonville (a mere 45 minutes from home IF there’s no traffic and IF I remember quarters for the connector and IF my car can sprout wings…). Yet again, it is 1am and no sleep in sight. It’s not like I slept in this morning or took a nap. I don’t sleep in anymore…I have dogs. Hunky won’t let me sleep much past 7am on any given morning, and I know tomorrow will be worse because Scott will leave super-mega-scary-insano early for work because of his Tuesday morning meetings.
Soothing music is playing on the MP3 player (Alanis Morrissette, JLP Acoustic). Lights are down low. I have taken my claritin and even indulged in some tylenol PM. And yet here I sit, wide-screaming-arse-kicking awake.
I know that it’s stress that is doing this to me. Impending divorce + impending move + no house to move into just yet + job + Zooey’s health + etc etc ad nauseum has left me with an anxious feeling more often than not, elevated blood pressure from time to time, and a general sense of irritability that makes me OH such a joy to be around. It’s a wonder I have any friends left!
Oh…was that a yawn? Maybe I will be able to sleep before 1am after all…though it’s 12:48 right now and I’m still vertical, so I’m not holding my breath.
Ohhh, no, insomnia is the worst.We should get together this weekend and go get manicures or massages or something girly and stress-relieving.