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You know, aside from waking up every 2 hours or so, I've been a pretty good sleeper lately. I am the master of staggering down the hall to the bathroom in the dark and hardly opening my eyes so I can drift back to sleep as soon as I'm done. It's broken sleep but still seems to be restorative.
Except today. Today I woke up at 4:30am and was UP.
I tried, I really did. I got back into bed, got myself all cozy. Shut off the fan in case I was chilly. Rolled to one side and curled in. Rolled to the other side and curled in. Tried to think nice, sleepy thoughts.
At 5:30, I got really frustrated with not being able to fall asleep and walked around to Jen's side of the bed thinking that maybe if I got under her blanket with her and curled up that way, I would get some sleep. Instead, I tried to get comfortable and sleepy until a few minutes after 6, when I gave up and got out of bed.
Ugh, I feel so hungover today. And I feel bad about waking Jen up at 5:30.
Except today. Today I woke up at 4:30am and was UP.
I tried, I really did. I got back into bed, got myself all cozy. Shut off the fan in case I was chilly. Rolled to one side and curled in. Rolled to the other side and curled in. Tried to think nice, sleepy thoughts.
At 5:30, I got really frustrated with not being able to fall asleep and walked around to Jen's side of the bed thinking that maybe if I got under her blanket with her and curled up that way, I would get some sleep. Instead, I tried to get comfortable and sleepy until a few minutes after 6, when I gave up and got out of bed.
Ugh, I feel so hungover today. And I feel bad about waking Jen up at 5:30.
