Well, it's 2am on Sunday night and for the umpteenth time I am watching the minutes until my Monday morning alarm tick...tick...tick away ever so slowly.
At 5pm today, I almost took a nap while watching the Redskins/Saints game. It was a great game and I played Rock Cartwright this week in Fantasy so I had a vested interest. Still, I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. But no, I shook it off. If I nap at 5, I'll never fall asleep at night! (Hindsight says, "Ha.")
At 8pm, I was finishing my grocery shopping and contemplating putting all my food away at home and just heading straight for bed. But I had laundry to finish, lunch to make, parents to assure I had survived another week, and Family Guy to watch. Besides, going to bed at 8pm is lame if you're not ill. I'm not looking for anything else to add to my lame-o-meter. Though the existence of a lame-o-meter probably doesn't bode well for me.
At 11:30, I was in bed. At 1am, I was finishing the crossword puzzle in The Onion. And at 2am, I am realizing that I have to be at work in 7 hours.
When I mention my trouble sleeping on Sunday nights to others, they can usually relate, saying "Yeah, when I worked at (___insert terrible job___), I could never sleep knowing Monday was coming." But I genuinely enjoy my job. And tomorrow's To Do list is pretty meager. So what the hell am I doing staring at the ceiling?
It is amazing what my mind conjures up at this hour to keep me from rendezvousing with the Sandman. I think about knitting patterns, conversations I had years ago that still make me twinge, calling my grandmother, my finances, the dishwasher, plans for events that are months away. It's not like these thoughts are abnormal, but they are usually in context. Now they're just in the way.
If I had any inkling of foresight, I'd just take a sleeping pill at 10pm and zonk out. Somehow, though, I always feel like I am SO tired that there's no WAY I won't be able to sleep normally this Sunday. On the one or two occasions where I did take a Tylenol PM, I was in the middle of some chore when the drug should have been kicking in and my body worked through it. I'm a medical marvel.
The most effective tool for falling asleep is when I start planning on being awake all night and tell myself that if it's 5am and I'm still up, I'll go to the gym. I think this scares me into sleep. Actually just typing that made me feel drowsy. Yup, 30 minutes on the elliptical.....free weights.....leg pressezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
1 comment:
believe me, that IS my sleep pattern on sundays as well. typically nothing terribly interesting to stress about or dread (though if there is, this makes it even worse). just the mind working out things it cannot seem to muster up when i have the time. you think to yourself, "i don't need no drugs to sleep, i am zonked!" and there you are... just wide awake. ugh. i try not to look at the clock when i am awake at night anymore. i think it sorta helps.
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