I have insomnia a lot, mostly in the fact that – yeah I have trouble falling asleep, so I’m up late, but I also wake up 2, 3, or sometimes 4 times a night.
Not for long, just long enough to roll over, look at my clock, realize it’s hours before I should be getting up, & go back to sleep – but still, it breaks up my nights enough so that I normally only get around 4 or 5 hours of sleep a night on the regular.
And, weekends are usually worse.
Because I’m busy, and have shit to do.
Things I want to get done.
Things I want to enjoy.
Things I can’t seem to get accomplished during the week, like laundry (my dryer takes foreeeeever), and housecleaning, & grocery shopping & things like that.
Weekends mean all-nighters, a lot.
With a crash nap the next day, sometimes.
Yeah…*sigh* I know. Not healthy.
I live alone. Who’s here to care?
Anyway, this weekend, it wasn’t really my fault that I ended up staying up late, and extended it out into an all-niter.
It started with OnlySon.
He changed his “visiting day” to Saturdays, so that we can actually see and interact with each other, talk a little, maybe, before he goes back to his dad’s. It was great, we went grocery shopping, which we both hate, so we riff off each other, & make fun of everything the whole time. When we came back, we talked gaming for a while, which we both enjoy, & made chocolate-covered potato chips together. (I’m using them for gift-giving this year, & he’s not much of a sweets eater, so it was just the making, not the snacking)
We had hours actually together, which we don’t really get, and it was – – great. It was just, really, super nice to have my son back for a while.
Not long after he left, I got a phone call from YoungerDaughter, she was on her way home from a friend’s house after some holiday activities, & wanted me to be her late-night phone buddy while she drove a very lonely, long stretch of road.
So we talked for a couple of hours as she drove home, from the town where she was, to the city she lives in a couple hours away.
By this time, it was already after midnight, and I’d hit my second wind and was good to go for a few more rounds.
And…Just as she was pulling into her driveway…my Beloved Nephew calls & my call waiting beeps!
No rest for the wicked, right?
I’m absolutely NOT going to turn down a phone call from Beloved Nephew, and the daughter is now safely home, so I hang up with her & call him back.
By the time I get off the phone with Beloved Nephew, it’s about 3:30 am.
Why the hell would I sleep now? Sun’s going to be up in a couple hours, & I was in the middle of a pretty good book on my Kindle.
ANYWHO… I started receiving texts from my highschool best friend about 9:30, so she & I chatted through text for a bit. She loves over-tired, insomniac me, says I’m hilarious.
Then, yes, I crash-napped for a bit.
Fell asleep around 11:30, woke up around 3:30, & here I am.
Oh, I’ll sleep tonight, even with the nap, never fear. It’ll be the same, broken, woken sleep…
Honestly, the insomnia really isn’t my fault.
But I love them.
And I wouldn’t change a damned thing.
Call me anytime, fam. You know I’m here.