I have not been able to go to sleep for the last week. I lay there, blinking through the darkness until my eyes adjust enough so that I can see the ceiling, and I listen to my husband breathing. I can hear Alex in the next room rolling over. I listen to the cats roaming the house. Eventually, I usually get up and read for a few hours in the family room. I don't know what is going on. I'm still waking up at 7:00 with Alex and I haven't been taking naps during the day. I just can't seem to get to sleep at night.
I suppose I could look at this insomnia as a good thing and take the opportunity for some quality "me time": Catch up on the History Channel, finish knitting that stupid scarf (it's only about 2 inches long so far), read a book (which is what I have been doing)... It's frustrating is all. I mean, no sleep at night means a groggy me during the day, which you'd think would make me tired at night, but no, come 10:00 pm, I'm wide awake staring at the ceiling again. Ugh.
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