I am an outstanding sleeper. I can sleep on airplanes, in brightly lit rooms, in front of tv’s or not, in library cubicles, on beds, on couches, on the floor, in flannel pj’s, nighties, nekkid as a jaybird, alone or next to others, and in hotels around the country. It’s a point of personal pride. It’s a talent. And one that i enjoy using to its full potential.
But something is wrong in Slumberland. For the last two nights, I go up to my cozy warm bed as usual, read for a few minutes as usual, turn out the lights as usual, and then… nothing. I toss. I turn. I stare at the wall. I drift off only to wake up twenty minutes later, cursing the clock across the room. I try turning the heater up, then down. I face the wall, I face the window. I build a friend to curl up with out of pillows. And still- I feel like I’ve lost my mojo.
A few weeks ago, I had the same problem for a few days, but I reasoned it away. I got a lot of sleep over the weekend and wasn’t tired maybe? I had too much Diet Coke before bed. Maybe I was more stressed about work than I was willing to let on? But it passed as the week wore on and I got progressively more exhausted. Now, I’m starting to wonder what’s up. And my under-eye bags are packing for Florida.
Any ideas for the perfect wind-down routine, fellow insomniacs? I am starting to trip over my own feet with fatigue (true story- my graceful self splayed in the Target aisle last night to BC’s concerned amusement). I’m not much for caffeine after work, so that shouldn’t be the problem. What’s your nightly wind down? I’m willing to take any and all suggestions.
Or, this may become a blog about pink elephants.