A Different Kind of Bedtime Routine

i think it’s safe to say – i’m not a great sleeper.  i used to have trouble falling asleep – and for years i’ve had trouble staying asleep.  i get up to pee, to check on EBN.  i stare at the clock, willing myself back to sleep before another minute, then hour pass by.  i get cold and so put on an extra layer.  i get hot and then take off said layer.  and i’m up with the sun – making lists in my head of all the things i should be doing, while at the same time, too tired to actually get up and anything.

none of this is new.  it’s just my way.  even on vacation, even when EBN is safely with her nani and p’pa and i’ve got not a care in the world – i’m up bright and early.  i.just.can’t.sleep.  i literally think if ABN met a genie and had just one wish, it would be for me to get some sleep.  which is sweet – pathetic – and sweet.

in the last couple of weeks my routine has changed – slightly.  i’m not sure i can claim better sleep but every bit counts…right?  it started with socks.  we’ve had a couple of cold weeks here in pacifica (i mean, cold by my standards, not by anyone else’s) and for whatever reason while the rest of the house is toasty warm, our room – not so much.  so, although i haven’t done it since i hit puberty, i’ve started sleeping in socks.  it’s crazy, i did it one night and now there’s no going back.  i can’t settle in unless my toes are toasty warm.

and then, and this is the best, ABN bought me THIS.  yep, i’ve got a clock that projects the time on the ceiling.  it’s amazing.  it means i no longer lay in bed wondering what time it is before finally rolling over, craning my neck and feeling – defeated – that i’ve waited so much time when i could have been sleeping.  it’s basically amazing – and i’m not really sure my life was complete without it.

i’m not going to lie – a brief soak in the hot tub (which includes a glass of red wine) doesn’t hurt my sleep either.  cheers to feeling well rested.