In my best Stewie impersonation - Damn you, Mountain Dew! I had an insomnia attack last night that had me tossing and turning in bed for several hours. Sleep finally came around 4 a.m. I suspect it was the soda I drank around 9 p.m. and I guess in a way I saw the consequences coming. I, however, prefer to blame the husband who was wrapped up in some musical gusto that had him pounding on the keyboard till the wee hours of the morning. What can I say, after one year and four months of marriage, the snoring has become my morphine.
My husband's sympathy to my sleep disorder is best expressed in one word: Okay. As he was five minutes away from going into dreamland, I told him I couldn't sleep. He looked down at me with half-opened eyes and mumbled, "Okay." And promptly started snoring. (In contrast, he shook me up in the middle of the night one time he woke up from a bad dream. Now tell me, where is equality in that?) There is nothing more distressing for the sleep-deprived than to lie down next to someone who can can crash as soon as his head hits the bed.
So, with only three hours of sleep, how did I make it to the end of the day at work? Coffee, Red Bull and Coke, in that order.
Posted by fleur at March 6, 2008 11:04 AM