Back in the old days just a few years ago I loved to sleep. Crawling into a comfy bed at night and relaxing my body felt so good.
Give me fresh sheets, silky sleep wear and life was good. I would look forward to the end of the day as I did to the start. Refreshing.
That was then.
Since I’ve entered middle-age good sleep has been more elusive. (Mid-60s is middle age, isn’t it? Yes, I intend to live to 120!).
At first it was just during stressful times that I didn’t sleep well.
Then my nagging bladder made sure there was at least one run overnight or maybe two or three.
My former ability to sleep through absolutely anything (my mother thought I could sleep through a bomb blast) left me.
A fish fart in my pond can wake me up. (Note to self: Take fish off the high fiber diet!) A conversation three blocks away can wake me up. The garbage truck is a no brainer especially that back-up beeper. (Why do they collect garbage at 4 a.m.?)
There is a pattern — a few good nights, then a bad night or two, then a few good nights. Repeat. Sigh.
I especially hate the 2 to 3 a.m. wake up. I will be up until around 5 a.m. or so. Then I don’t want to get up at a normal time. I am dopey all day (no comments please).
Without 7 to 8 hours of sleep, I am not my upbeat perky self (again, no comments please). I slump at 3 p.m. Chocolate is the drug of choice for that.
I’ve tried getting up and doing things. I’ve written blogs in the middle of the night. Then I am fully awake and the chances of ever falling back to sleep are nil.
Staying in bed in a semi-conscious state of awareness seems to give me some rest. It can also give me some very weird dreams.
At my age I no longer have stupid sex dreams with really strange partners. (Come on, I know you had them too.) That used to be freakish. It was always awkward because it felt like the other person must know. Hopefully they were dreaming about Angelina Jolie instead of me.
Now my weird dreams are of people hacking at my shrubs. It’s way more peaceful.
I envy kids who can sleep anywhere, anytime, anyway. Youth is definitely wasted on the young!
Oh yes and my cats who can sleep anytime or all the time!