40 winks

Well … here we are another day and I still feel tired from yesterday. It seems that oh I don’t know maybe half, more than half, adults don’t get enough sleep; from what I’ve read we should be getting about 8-9 hrs of sleep a day but in reality many of us probably average about 6-7. What is it that is keeping us up?  A sense of rebellious youthfulness? A feeling that there just isn’t enough time in a day to get things done or just shear boredom? Is coffee and caffeine the culprit they’re made out to be? Of perhaps you have the “insomniatic” variety of tiredness.

For me it’s a little bit of column B and a little bit if column C (although is it possible to be too bored to sleep?) Every evening I always have good intentions to hit they hay early, except when I’m working until 10, but on the days I’m not I try to plan for 9 PM but around 8:30 something happens, like a switch gets flipped and I start to do dishes or think it’s a good time to walk the dog for an hour or I have to do that last load of laundry or there is a program on TV that I like  or … or .. or. Does this sound familiar to you as well? By the time I’m done puttering about and finish getting ready it’s already 10:30 or later, I sigh as I look at the clock and think to myself “I’m going to be tired tomorrow, I should have gone to bed earlier” forgetting that my plan was to get to bed before 9.

I set the alarm and slide under the blanket, bushed. The TV is playing a DVD episode of one of my favorite shows and I shut my eyes asleep within the first 10 minutes. I wake up to the clicking of the dog’s claws on the floor he’s pacing back and forth from the bedroom door to the stairs, I look at the clock and it tells me that it’s 2:30 AM, I sigh as this has become my usual routine, I get up and put on my house coat and carry the dog downstairs to put him out. I wait sometimes 5 minutes, sometimes more and everyone once in a while I’m chasing him halfway around the block. Thankfully I don’t have any real issues getting to sleep so when the dog’s caught I drag myself back upstairs and once again slide under the covers. It seems I no sooner close my eyes when I hear the beeping of the damned alarm clock. I open a sleepy eye in disbelief as the green glow forms the numbers 6:30 and I hit the snooze button.

I day dream about the night I’ll get to sleep a full 8 hours but until then I’ll have to continue to settle for my 40 winks which seem more like 20 and a half.

Cory

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