Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Sleep Squandered

This was to be my night. My night of uninterrupted sleep. Due to scheduling conflicts, Doc H left for vacation a day ahead of me. I'll admit, I was a little down in the mouth about him heading out before us, but I saw my silver lining. One night of sound sleep. It sounded so heavenly, I was actually looking forward to it!

You see, I have insomnia. But it's not really insomnia. It's just that I cannot go back to sleep after Doc H wakes me up in the middle of the night. If he's not waking me up, it's, you already know, the pager. If it wasn't for him or the ramifications of his profession, I would have no problems sleeping... at all. I promise you, this is 100% true. My sleep issues are all Doc H's fault.

Last night was going to be a magical night. No pagers, no one tossing and turning, no one getting up to use the bathroom, no one snoring, no one accidentally hitting me or kicking me. No one waking me up to pass the phone. No hospital phone calls in the middle of the night. No one getting up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water. No one sprawling out over the majority of the bed. No one hogging the covers. 

I was going to be able to spread beyond my little 18 inch sliver of the bed which is "mine".  I was actually going to be able to sleep with both my legs on the mattress. Like I said, it was to be a magical night.

And it gets even better...Doc H took the dog! Yes, that meant I wouldn't have to get up to move the dog over to stretch my legs, no nighttime barking, no mutt scratching herself or grooming herself at 1am as she lays against me. 

I was sharing the bed with NO ONE or NO ANIMAL! The bed was mine, all mine. Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!

I went to bed all smiles, looking forward to waking up with the sun streaming into my bedroom all fresh and energized for my fun day of road tripping with the girls. 

And then I woke up... at 4:30am. 

Now I have to drive a van load of girls on a four-hour, long and windy road trip. All by myself. Through rush hour traffic. 

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My eyes are red and watery. They burn. All I can think is I blew my opportunity.... my sleep was squandered. 

I hate when I can't blame things on Doc H.  I'm sure I'll find a way to make my sleep deprived, cranky state his fault by the time we arrive. I have to. 

It couldn't possibly my fault, right?





3 comments:

  1. Yeah, I take melatonin for that.

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  2. It's still his fault. He's conditioned you to NOT sleep through the night.

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