Sunday Night Syndrome
I have real trouble sleeping on a Sunday night. It's probably a combination of sleep patterns getting messed up over the weekend, the prospect of another working week, and thoughts along the lines of 'it's Sunday night, I never sleep well on a Sunday'. Any other night I happily pass out not long after my light goes off. But not a Sunday, and most especially not the Sunday after a busy weekend involving two very late nights.
Last night was particularly bad. I read for a while, and snuggled down in the lovely fresh sheets about 11.45. The Boy was already asleep (as, freak that he is, he gets up at 6am to go to the gym before work). I lay, yawning, listening to his deep breathing. He started snoring gently. I was still wide awake. I did my first check of the clock.
Midnight.
I figured out that if I went to sleep in the next fifteen minutes, I'd get exactly seven hours sleep before I had to get up.
Fifteen minutes later, the Boy was still snoring, and I was even more wide awake than I had been half an hour before, because I was thinking about it too much. Like when you go to type in your PIN number at the cash machine - if you stop and think about it too much you can't remember the number.
I tried to turn over, away from the noise from his flapping tonsils, and remembered that I'd walked into a door handle that day, and bruised my ribs. Ouch.
By now it was 12.30, and I was starting to get ratty. Less than seven hours sleep, but only if I went to sleep in the next fifteen minutes!
I started doing yoga breathing (in through the nose, out through the mouth), and picturing the sea gently lapping the shore of a beautiful white beach. I felt myself getting a bit sleepy....
Then, 'nnngggghhhh', a loud grunting snore from His Nibs.
I gave him a gentle nudge* but he didn't stir. The last time I remember looking at the clock was about 1am. (If I go to sleep NOW, I'll get 6 hours!)
Then, bang on 5am this morning (a full 2 hours and 15 minutes ahead of schedule!) I woke up.
Ting! 'Good Morning!' Said my brain. And that was me.
I lay quietly for a while, trying not to lie on my sore ribs, hoping that I'd drop off again. Then the birds started with the singing. Then the Boy's alarm started going. Then HE jumped out of bed, refreshed after a good night's sleep, and happily skipped off for his workout.
Meanwhile I stumbled into work late (because of COURSE I fell asleep just before MY alarm went off), bleary eyed and dopey, wearing shoes that didn't match my outfit and with eyeshadow on only one eye.
Nighty night #yawn#
*Ok I kicked him, hard, in the shin and hissed 'shut it!'
Last night was particularly bad. I read for a while, and snuggled down in the lovely fresh sheets about 11.45. The Boy was already asleep (as, freak that he is, he gets up at 6am to go to the gym before work). I lay, yawning, listening to his deep breathing. He started snoring gently. I was still wide awake. I did my first check of the clock.
Midnight.
I figured out that if I went to sleep in the next fifteen minutes, I'd get exactly seven hours sleep before I had to get up.
Fifteen minutes later, the Boy was still snoring, and I was even more wide awake than I had been half an hour before, because I was thinking about it too much. Like when you go to type in your PIN number at the cash machine - if you stop and think about it too much you can't remember the number.
I tried to turn over, away from the noise from his flapping tonsils, and remembered that I'd walked into a door handle that day, and bruised my ribs. Ouch.
By now it was 12.30, and I was starting to get ratty. Less than seven hours sleep, but only if I went to sleep in the next fifteen minutes!
I started doing yoga breathing (in through the nose, out through the mouth), and picturing the sea gently lapping the shore of a beautiful white beach. I felt myself getting a bit sleepy....
Then, 'nnngggghhhh', a loud grunting snore from His Nibs.
I gave him a gentle nudge* but he didn't stir. The last time I remember looking at the clock was about 1am. (If I go to sleep NOW, I'll get 6 hours!)
Then, bang on 5am this morning (a full 2 hours and 15 minutes ahead of schedule!) I woke up.
Ting! 'Good Morning!' Said my brain. And that was me.
I lay quietly for a while, trying not to lie on my sore ribs, hoping that I'd drop off again. Then the birds started with the singing. Then the Boy's alarm started going. Then HE jumped out of bed, refreshed after a good night's sleep, and happily skipped off for his workout.
Meanwhile I stumbled into work late (because of COURSE I fell asleep just before MY alarm went off), bleary eyed and dopey, wearing shoes that didn't match my outfit and with eyeshadow on only one eye.
Nighty night #yawn#
*Ok I kicked him, hard, in the shin and hissed 'shut it!'
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At 6am he jumped out of bed and skipped off to his work out ! Forgive me, but ... freak !
I agree takes me at least an hour to come round. Had a good night saturday too by the way, sorry didn't chat much but was also a little overwhelmed by all the faces.gonna try and get up again soon (maybe brave the blogmeet!)and be able to drink a bit more to calm the nerves(was driving back on sunday so was stone cold sober)
Urgh - I hate, hate, HATE all of that! The desperate attempts to get to sleep, the counting down, the inevitable waking up early, the snoring. Dear god, the snoring...
Re: the comments in the last post & phoenix: if we're all feeling a little apprehensive about the major blogmeet, p'raps a mini one might be the way to go...?
I feel your pain. Hey, at least you should get a good night's kip tonight.
I've jinxed it haven't I?
I've found the only solution to that is to turn the clock away so you can't see it. And DON'T do the calculations - you get stressed about not being able to sleep, which means you can't sleep etc.
After all, we can all go to work on 3 hours sleep - we've done it hungover too - so the key is not to panic!
But as timbo says - bet you slept well last night!
Best bet is always to remember you actually don't need that much sleep to function and one night's lost sleep is fine.
Like LG says you've survived on less with a hangover. . .
But I can't talk, I never have any problems sleeping. Ever.
hehehe that last bit sounds like my Boy!!! i feel awful in the mornings and he just feels great and chirpy, it's just not fair!
I need a clear seven hours, preferably eight, or I can't function at all! What an old lady, eh? I recommend wine as a sleep aid...
Re blogmeet, it's a bit of a trip for me so if I decide to come down, I expect to be taken out and shown a right good time!
As James said - Freak. The only reason I'd be jumping out of bed is if the bloody thing was on fire.
Have some marshmallows by the bed and when he snores, pop one in there. That should do the trick
James - Apparently the 7am Spinning class is especially popular! Nutters!
Phoenix - It's ok, it was nice to meet you! And it did seem like there were hunners of people there didn't it...
Hannah - I'd be much more inclined to go to a mini-blogmeet with just my little circle of blog-pals, instead of the big scary one with the a-listers...!
Timbo - Thankfully no, you didn't jinx me, I slept like the proverbial log. Feel much better today. And I match!
LondonGirl - I sure did! If I'd been hungover on Monday morning I would've pulled a sicky I think.
Queenie - I know YOU don't have trouble sleeping! A bomb could drop on your street and you'd sleep through it...
Jellybaby - It really isn't fair. Especially when we then need more time to beautify ourselves. Not that I'm suggesting anything about your early-morning appearance, you understand.
Cat - Unfortunately I won't be here on the 19th to hit the shops with you. Which I suspect may be a good thing (for my bank balance)! Next time though.
Goth - As I said above, he's not alone in his freakishness. I'm hoping he'll settle down after the wedding, and get good and fat with me. Marshmallow idea is a good un, although I'm sure there are some Health and Safety issues there somewhere...
T’is not true. The wakening up part I could do and actually wake up very easily. I just have no problem falling asleep. So I guess I’d simply wake up, roll over and go back to sleep. . .
As I do when Boyfriend falls though the door after a lad’s night.
And how come we here about the boy’s gym efforts and not your’s? I thought this was a joint thing?
>how come we here about the boy’s gym efforts and not yours
Because, Queenie, I don't want to intimidate you all with my super-fitness and extreme dedication to exercise. Natch.
. . .and no comment about my 'here' and 'hear' lazy ass typist routine. Oh fit, strong and patient. Will you marry me?
Oh ok - I did consider correcting it but I thought you'd notice. And in fact I removed an extra apostrophe from 'yours'.
I'm sorry. I'll understand if you no longer wish to marry me, Grammar Nazi that I am!
Yes I noticed. Hence me asking why you didn't change the rest. . .
Can't be as gorg as me and be a totally competent European typer. That would just be asking far too much.
well, you would be right if you said that my early morning appearance was rough.... the bags the bags, i could carry my shopping in them
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