I need to go to bed. I have a very busy day tomorrow. Another callback and and other audition. And yes, I’m running to the first one while Boo is in pre-school then rushing back and hoping to catch the sitter to drop him off after school so I can go to the other one (or else he can go to hubby’s office or I’ll take him – he’s old enough to behave, right? Right?). I’m trying to be calm and all cool despite all these callbacks and no bookings.
I mentioned once on Stirrup Queen’s blog how much I hated going to bed. Hubby thinks it’s ridiculous, but seriously, I hate going to bed. Unless I’m terribly exhausted, angry or sick. Otherwise, I hate going to bed. I’ve been that way since I was a kid. I used to stay up late listening to the radio on retro Saturdays and they played episodes from the The Shadow. And I also used to drag my Brother typewriter into bed and type stories underneath the covers with a flashlight. My mum would push open the door and tell me to go to bed. I’ve taken Nyquil, Advil, wine- all in poor efforts to slide me willingly into sleep. Nyquil, bless its syrupy nasty soul is only good when you’re down with a nasty cold and you can only take it for a few nights anyway. Advil, well, that is not good for your liver and I save it for when I’m premenstrual or in serious discomfort. Wine, well, that just ruins my sleep quality even if I have just half a glass. I’ve tried melatonin, nope, doesn’t work for me. Sleep-eze pills, horrible hangover feeling, this must be for people who sleep like 9 hours a night. Best method of course is exercise which I have not done in so long and I miss it. But my back woes have conveniently gotten in the way.
To be frank, it’s not that I don’t fall asleep easily, I just hate going to bed. It’s like…. here’s all this quiet, this peace, this exquisite aloneness and I’m GOING TO SLEEP. What a waste! I’d clean the house if I wasn’t so darned noisy. I’m truly a night owl, but the life I am so fortunate to have demands a more typical schedule. I can’t just get up whenever I want (which is what I grew up believing adulthood would be like – THEY LIED!!!!) so it’s necessary for me to pack it in and call it a day so I can function when I get up. And you know what, when I wake up, I’m a beast til I get my coffee. My Boo just wakes up (usually in our bed these days) and thrashes around til you get up. And he goes from 0 – 100mph in like 5 seconds. Mummy! Milk!!!! I live for the day he can make me coffee. I’ll be 80 right? Well, I’m going to bed now.
But that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Any suggestions? I know, I know, shut off my damn computer, phone, TV. Then what I am supposed to do? Pick up knitting? Sensational book? What?????!!