Dear Last Night,
I was good. I was in bed by 10:00, alarm set for 6:00. I was finally going to walk with Sharon at 6:30 this morning, had texted her to confirm, even though I’d been a delinquent and had begged off for at least a week or two. This was the morning I would finally exercise. After that, I had a long day of teaching ahead of me, but I was all prepped for that and ready to go.
At 9:00, I was exhausted and ready for bed. But we were still at small group, and people were parked behind us. But by 10:00, my contacts were out, my face washed, my teeth brushed, and I was nice and comfy, snuggled in bed, ready for my eight hours of blissful sleep.
Well. First, I was too cold. I got another blanket. Then I was too hot. Like, feverish hot. I kicked off the other blanket, then the regular blanket, then the sheet. I cooled down and eventually returned the sheet and regular blanket to their normal places. And then I turned over. And then I turned over again. I thought about happy things. I thought about nothing. I counted and counted and counted and counted. I got up to use the bathroom. I got a glass of milk. I chomped down a TUMS. And still could not fall asleep.
I came close, several times. Eventually, I’m pretty sure my despair over not being asleep is what kept me up.
Finally, sometime after midnight I think, I fell asleep. Then woke up before my 6:00 alarm went off. Once it finally rang, I texted Sharon to bow out of walking—again. And Jesse re-set it for 7:00 so I could squeeze in a bit more sleep.
Which, of course, didn’t happen.
I counted to somewhere in the 400s before the alarm rang again, at which I gave up and got out of bed, grumpy and feeling kind of sick.
Not cool, last night, not cool.
Love,
Erin
