I went to bed before 9:00 last night. It was awesome. I easily fell asleep. I even got to sleep in an extra ten minutes this morning because Andrew is home today for a doctor appointment. That means, in theory, I had over eight hours of sleep. I should feel well rested today.
But in reality? I am still tired. First of all, that eight hours of sleep, isn't eight hours. I can't even begin to tell how many times I wake up during the night. And I don't just "wake up" and roll over. No, I wake up, and have entire conversations with myself. How much time do I have left to sleep? How much time would I have if it were a day I didn't have to work? How much time if I could just sleep and sleep? It's ridiculous. I do it all during the weekend as well. This past weekend we had two days with 6AM wake ups, and the one morning I did get to sleep in I had a nightmare of a kind I haven't had in years. Three days later, I can still vividly see that nightmare.
Anyway, I don't feel rested. I'm trying to get to bed early, and I'm trying not to be ridiculous at night. I'm trying not to look at the clock in the night because once it has a "4" on it I don't fall back to sleep, which isn't at all helpful. Hopefully this is just a phase of life that passes sooner rather than later!
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