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Did you ever lack so much of sleep that even your hair seems tired? That when you fix your hair in the morning and try to give it that lift, it just keeps flopping? Well, that was me yesterday.
I’ll back up a little bit to the night before. I went to bed at 11:00ish. Woke up at 2:30 a.m. wide awake. Bummer. Went to the bathroom. Went back to bed and tried reading my romance novel. That should do the trick.
…… Nope, no such luck. Still wide awake.
. Try laying on my other side. Left side. Right side. Left side. Right side.
. Hubby finally comes to bed. He had a late night at work. #%$@! He’s out cold in 5 minutes and I’m still awake.
. Left side. Right side. Left side. Right side. Left side. Right side. Left side. Right side. Try reading some more.
. On my back willing myself to sleep. Not happening.
. My dog starts dreaming; kicks me in the calf three times hard! Hubby starts snoring. Dog starts snoring. And they aren’t even in sync with each other! The least they could do is snore in synchronization! iiiiiiieeeeeeee!!!!
– Left side. Right side. Left side. Right side. Left side. Right side. Left side. Right side.
. Now I’m hungry. I get up, get a drink of milk and have to use the bathroom again. Ugh.
. It’s 5:00 a.m. now. Still didn’t sleep and I have to get up a 6:00 a.m. to get my daughter off to school. I go lay down on the sofa and set my phone alarm. Still can’t sleep. Read some more.
6:00 a.m. rolls around and these “croaking frogs” start singing in my ear. Ugh. My alarm. I get up, use the bathroom yet again (I should be empty by now) and get my daughter up.
Daughter’s off to school now and it’s 8:00a.m. I have to get moving because I have an 11:00 appointment. I think, “I could sleep for an hour maybe.” I just can’t see straight I’m so tired. I lay down on the sofa, try to sleep. Hubby’s still snoring away in bed.
Next thing I know, I hear those stupid croaking frogs in my ear again. It’s 9:00 a.m.; must’ve fallen asleep around 8:30 I think. I shower, dry off and try to fix my hair. Hubby walks into the bathroom and I say, look at my hair! It’s too tired to do what I want it to do.
I was shot the rest of the day. I just hate nights like that.
“May the sleep be with you…”