Sleep eluded me last night. I guess with the odd schedule we have been following (read: no schedule) my body wasn’t inclined to go to sleep. I couldn’t get comfortable; I couldn’t lay still. I knew the alarm would ring early and that we were all going to have a hard time getting going, so I knew I just couldn’t hit the snooze button. The more I tried to get to dreamland, however, the more my mind churned over the reasons I needed to sleep and the more awake I became.
Why is it that the amount of sleep I get seems to be inversely proportional to the amount I think I need? My brain gets sluggish but the rest of me gets more awake, so going to bed early only gives me more time to toss and turn. I have fragments of thoughts zipping through my half-responsive brain; no wonder I can’t relax and nod off.
Perhaps I just need to get used to an early alarm again so that I can get to sleep at a regular hour. That and have a decent cup of joe waiting for me in the morning. They don’t call it wakey juice for nothing.