All I want is a good night’s sleep…

Dear Universe,

Do you think it might be possible for me to take less than 3 hours to fall asleep tonight? I would also be very grateful if, having finally fallen alseep, I could not wake up an hour later for no apparant reason. It would make getting up for work sooo much easier.

That is all.

Tossing and turning

I was in bed before 10:30 last night. Very sensible, no? Actually, me being me it had nothing to do with good sense and a lot to do with that fact that I couldn’t think of anything else to do. After 5 hours of looking at art and books online even I couldn’t bear to spend any more time on the computer so I decided I would go to bed early, get a good night’s sleep and be all refreshed for work this morning.
Ha! I wish it had worked like that…

At 20 past ten I snuggled up in bed and turned the light out. The next 15 minutes I spent trying to get warm. 10 minutes later I was too hot, so off went the extra blanket I had put on top of the quilt. Then I was thirsty, so I drank half a bottle of water only to discover 2 minutes later that I was still thirsty. More water. Lots of tossing and turning and trying to get comfortable followed. When Jan sent me a text message at 11:30 I was still awake. At 10 past 12 I got up to turn the radiator down. At 12:30 I drank the last of my water and got up again to refill the bottle. I supose I must have fallen asleep not long after that – the next thing I remember is waking up at 2:30 desperate for a wee. Not really surprising after all the water, but still unbelievably annoying. After all, at this point I had spent more time tossing and turning than actually sleeping. The last thing I wanted was to go through it all again. Luckily this time it only took me about 15 minutes of trying to get comfortable before I fell back to sleep and managed to stay that way until 6 o’clock. If this is what I get for going to bed at a sensible time in future I’m not even going to bloody bother…

Plan for the weekend? Sleep!

Once again I am so ridiculously tired that I can barely keep my eyes open. It took me ages to get to sleep last night and I’m not even sure why. OK, so it was bar night, but for once they weren’t even that loud. No, it wasn’t noise that was keeping me awake. I just was.
When I finally did fall asleep, I dreamed that I went back to my old junior school for some reason. Then one of the teachers asked me to take two girls up to another classroom and read to them. Except it turned out the classroom we were sent to was next door to the music room, in which someone was playing drums, so instead of reading “The Cat in the Hat” we ended up talking about all the things that had changed since I went to that school. During the course of the discussion the girls decided they were going to stay behind after school to show me around, which they duly did. While they were showing me round we bumped into my old year 3 teacher, who was apparantly still working there – except in real life I’m pretty sure she retired and then died while my brother was still at that school. Which wouldn’t surprise me – she was pretty old when I was there, and not in that “all teachers are old when you’re 7” type way either. This woman really was much older than the rest of the teachers.  Hmm, not really sure what brought that dream on.
Then when my alarm woke me up at 6:30 this morning I was convinced I was late for work… for my job in a sausage stuffing factory. Umm, what?? Once I’d managed to convince myself that this was not, in fact, the case I decided showering every single day is overrated and I’d rather spend an extra 15 minutes in bed then wash the important bits over the sink. An excellent decision I feel. Still tired though… 15 extra minutes in the morning just isn’t enough to make up for 2 hours of wakefulness the night before. And I didn’t even manage to get to bed til 10 past 11 so you work out how many hours of sleep I got. Aaah.

Oh well, off to work I go. For some reason I’m very glad this is Friday…