Mr. Sandman

The older I get, the more I realize I need sleep and the more I refuse to give in.

If I get home late from work, I need to wind down and, depending on the day, that can sometimes mean foregoing Zzzs so I can feel like my whole existence is devoted to the daily grind.

Today was one of those days. Now I'm in my PJs, everything in place for a quick wake-up and I'm flopped on the couch watching American Pickers. It's a good episode but nothing I need to watch by any means. I just can't give in!

If I go to bed it shows weakness I tells ya!

Sigh.

Ok. There's just so much old sign bartering a girl can take for one night.

One eye open

The theme of the past couple of blog posts has been me lying down. Well, it's *really* been the holidays but they start off with me being sleepy, lazy or full. This one is no different.

My face is smushed into my pillow, one of my eyes covered by fluffy-goodness. I actually set an alarm today since I'm meeting someone for lunch. Alarms over the holidays are unneeded. Especially when they're this early to allow for me to be a sloth.

There's a storm a brewing tonight. Luckily, I made no plans so I may just stay in with my mom and mull wine. Before that, I'd really like to get some boxing week shopping in.

Cross your fingers for me that I get a deal! :) Now to get up so I can use both eyes....

Food coma

I think this year has topped all recent Christmases in the amount of food put in my belly. Which means I've found some way to be horizontal since guests left my mom's place at 9ish.

When I was younger it was worse, since sometimes we would have so many people over we would have to make it buffet-style so everyone would fit. It was a ridiculous amount of tasty treats and everything was so good you just couldn't say no. And there were multiple desserts. Not two or three - we're talking seven. And it would mostly be gone by the end of it.

Now that holidays are less zoo-like, food has been scaled back and I've found a way to stay upright. Not this time. Nope. Wine and turkey means yum-tastic sleepiness. Cheesecake means I need to be rolled everywhere.

So once everyone left, this was my view (below) and I stayed that way until I got upstairs to my old bedroom. Need to sleep this off.

And no doubt breakfast will be leftovers. Ah, the magical holiday season! Merry Christmas!

Can't sleep, clowns'll eat me

While the reason why I'm lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, blinking isn't an extremely scary clown bed like Bart Simpson, I feel his pain. I have nothing to do tomorrow that's urgent so it's not like I have to be up at a specific hour, but I would have liked to have a good night's sleep.

The Boy is out of town visiting his family so I have the nice, big bed to myself. And even though I miss the warmth of a man next to me, I Love (yes, capital L) starfishing. You know, when you're in bed and just spread your arms and legs out to the point where you look like a starfish. It's so amazing and freeing.

And it's really frustrating that I can't enjoy it.

The reason I'm not in the wonderful land of sleep? I checked my work phone before going to bed and realized I have to tie up some loose ends tomorrow (today, really but it still feels like Saturday) for a things happening on Monday and while it won't take much time on my end, I wanted a dessert utopia of a weekend devoid of work.

I also have a few things stressing me out, but they are things I can't change - for the time being anyways - so I am trying my darndest to just stop thinking about them. Easier said than done for an expert, world class worrier such as myself but I'm going to try and see where that strategy will take me.

For now, I'm wide awake and will probably just watch some TV until I can get sleepy again. And I hope that won't be at nine o'clock at night.

UPDATE: I just bought a pair of boots online. Yeah. I need to sleep before I max out my credit card.

Daylight saving what now?

That extra hour of sleep is amazing. Or at least the thought of it is. This weekend, not so much.

After going out with the Boy to celebrate his oldness, he went to sleep and I plopped myself on the couch thinking I'll catch an episode of Storage Wars (which I'm mildly obsessed with now) and head to bed. Not so much. After an hour of konking out on the couch, I dragged myself to bed but just couldn't sleep.

I not only began thinking about what I needed to do the next day but I started to reflect on my entire year - ups and downs and everything. That is not the nice, relaxing beach that I like to picture myself on as I settle into bed.

So despite a really fun weekend spent with friends, the Boy and myself (me time matters, too!), I was ZONKED come Sunday. So tired that I went to bed at nine last night! Now, um, not so much.

My body really needs to get on the sleeping regularly boat because if not, I'll be trying to find Storage Wars marathon to get lost in.