After having a good weekend which included ample reading time, play time with kids, visit to my brother, spending time at a book sale, I was ready to hit the sack. Only that Mr. Sleep had some other plans. I set the alarm for 5.50 am to get my son ready for school. Since it was a Sunday, we had spent extra time watching TV. At just before 11, we hit the pillow. Within seconds I realized the hubby had dozed off. Hmm.. on other days, we would have talked about our day and some titter tatter that all couples talk about. But, yesterday night, try as I might, the sleep was elusive.
I thought of spending some time reading. But then, the night-light is a bit harsh at times and that would keep me more awake. So, decided against it. I looked at the time. 11.15 pm. A little less than 7 hours to wake up. I got up, walked around the house, checked all windows and doors are closed and locked. Then I watched out of the window at the late night walkers. Some boys were playing on the road. The clock inched towards 11.30 pm. Maybe I am hungry or thirsty I thought. Oh no.. not hungry, immediately triggering weight gain and calories thoughts. I had a glass of water and climbed back to bed.
I was wide awake now. The clock’s hands came together at 12 and all I could think of was of not having even 6 hours of sleep. I prayed to God, please give me my sleep this day er.. night. That took me to some endless thoughts of how I want to decorate my house. Completely unrelated, I know. So much for trying to not have exciting thoughts. I looked at the husband to get some support. Surely, the tossing and turning might have affected him too. But, he was in his third dream sequence with Katrina Kaif and looking blissful in sleep. How irritating!
More ideas.. Ah.. Counting sheep. I did that too. I imagined the sheep coming in slow motion and jumping over a fence. Then the next one came and the next one and .. I knew this wasn’t working. 12.30 am .. boo hooo.. I could not look at 1 am and think of less than 4 hours of sleep, not when I had a full Monday of work. That thought seemed to have worked as I remember the next thing of me waking up to the alarm clock at 5.50 am. Another new week, another day to start. But, I am just walking around like a zombie, remember the Thriller song.
I should catch up on some siesta time now, another perk of working from home.
Have you had such an illogical sleep experience? How do you hasten sleep that eludes you when you want it the most?
Have a great week!