I have so many things flying around in my head these days that it’s hard to figure out what to say.
I hate listening to other people’s descriptions of the dreams that they had which is why I don’t talk about mine that often, but I’ve been having some absolute doozies lately. Sunday night, I didn’t sleep at all. The Mister has a cold and when he has a cold, he snores like a bear. Coupled with taking nighttime cold meds, he’s impossible to wake up. Monday night, I couldn’t take it anymore so I went out on the couch. I don’t mind doing that. My couch is pretty cozy to sleep on. Still, even without the incessant snoring, I didn’t sleep very well. Around 3, I finally dozed off only to wake up again around 5. I laid there for a while and I think I must’ve dozed off again because that’s when I had my dream or whatever it was. I really could have sworn my eyes were still open at this point. Anyway, I “dreamt” that the youngest child came out of her room and then stood in front of me just staring. In my conscience, I knew that was wrong because she never gets up and the figure in front of me was too short to be her. This realization startled me awake and I was up for good after that. It totally weirded me out. Tuesday night, I started out on the couch instead of getting up like I did Monday night. I didn’t sleep very much at all because my other dream left me with an other-worldly feeling all day. When I did sleep, I had nightmares. Same thing last night too although I slept in my own bed. I figured that I’m not sleeping on the couch either so I may as well at least be in my own bed not sleeping, lol.
This not sleeping thing is totally getting ridiculous and having nightmares when I do get to sleep is making a bad situation worse. Whine, whine, bitch, moan, and complain. I know. Enough already.
Now I’m on the phone with my sister and I get to listen to her whine, bitch, and complain. It’s really not so bad because it distracts me from my own whining, lol.