Last night, following four or five good nights, was an insomnia night. I lay awake for a few hours, and then broke down and took a melatonin. They rarely work, but it makes me feel like I'm at least trying if I grab something.
Needless to say, it kicked in. Between the time change and the drug, I slept until 7:30 and awoke feeling like someone had stuffed a blanket in my head. I woke Babygirl and ran for the shower. She did the same.
I can't recall the last time I attempted to shower downstairs while someone else was doing the same upstairs, but it was a somewhat more refreshing event than usual. Despite the lack of hot water, the blanket sensation persisted while I dropped Babygirl at school (Yay!) and ran to McD's for coffee and a McMuffin.
At any point during my day I could easily have put my head down and fallen asleep, but I have to teach and see patients, so I tried to pull the blanket out of my ears and function. I think that I at least managed to pretend that I was alert, and by lunchtime I had to admit that it was the sleeplessness and not just the melatonin that was to blame.
I arrived home to discover that Babygirl had called her dad for a ride home early and had been too ill for her tutor to come in and teach her. She managed to eat dinner and went to bed right after taking her 7 PM meds. I beat her to it.
But when Hubby came to bed at 8:30 (we all had a rough night, okay?), I woke back up. And here I am, wide, wide awake.
So I've wrapped myself up for warmth and security, in prayer shawls. Babygirl has a bunch, but now I have two of my own. Their soft warmth and the love they represent hold me tight and give me a special rest of their own. If I can't sleep I'll accept the love and prayers of my beloved friends as refreshment.