It's 12:30am and the insomnia has me in her cruel hands again, the bitch. I usually hang out in Kiel's bedroom in the evening before I make it into our bedroom. It's not like Kiel is actually using his room.
I've been working on cleaning out his room for the past week. Today I took the crib down. You know, the crib he never slept in. It's a nice crib, great condition. Anyone interested? I hate to throw it away. Who can I donate it to?
So right now the room, despite the crib being gone, is in total disarray. The kind where you can barely find enough room to put a foot down to walk through it disarray. Less than a 1/4 of the bed was free enough for me to snuggle in so I could do my insomnia induced pre-bedtime ritual of bubble spinner 2 and blog reading.
Nothing was feeling right in there. Too much of a mess. At one point I thought I smelled sour kraut. Why you ask? I have no idea.
So now I'm in the family room. Contemplating eating a lemon Krimpet but knowing it would just do hell on the reflux. Wondering if turning the TV on will help or hinder.
I'm within an hour of my magical sleep time, although PMS plays havoc on that sometimes, and I'm most definitely in the throws of PMS this weekend.
My ideal sleep hours would be between 2am and 11am, with an optional nap between 2 and 4pm. Unfortunately that doesn't jive with the rest of my family, or my employer, or Noah's school.
So here I am at 1am Sunday morning hoping the sleeping pill I took will take hold soon. Because if it doesn't I'm going to start hunting for goodies in my kitchen.
**edited to add**
Apparently I did fall asleep because I woke up just before 2am with a very long line of DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD across my screen.