"The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep."
Sleep. We are always chasing the right amount. We wake up early for work, school, pets or simply because that's what we do. As kids we fight going to bed, as adults we relish it.
We sleep to forget, to heal, to dream or to simply function.
My insomnia started as a kid. I come by it honestly from my father. I remember as a preteen telling my parents I couldn't sleep (like they could solve it magically) on many occasion. Bless them they were very patient because I believe as a mom myself I'd be less so. My dad would occasionally give me a tiny glass of Sheri and we'd talk for a bit.
My boys sometimes have my same problem. Lily, being adopted, has an amazing sleep ability. In fact as a toddler and even young kid she could fall asleep in the middle of a fireworks display. She's a sleep rock star.
Of course there are pills or herbs, tapes or magazine articles telling you that YOU CAN SLEEP. I've tried many....
A few times I have wished hard for more sleep when I've felt at the end of my rope. Once, pregnant and with a toddler, I wished for a break and ended up on preterm labor and bed rest....enjoy right? Once while working a physically intensive job plus another part time job as a single mom added with a long bout of insomnia I think I actually cried for sleep....welcome the swine flu.
I have many moments like that where I wish for something and I get it....but with a negative attached. I no longer wish. It's like the Genie's lamp, you'll get a version of your wish but be oh so specific.
My kids just got new beds. Five years ago while moving out of a terrible marriage (redundant I guess-who would leave a fantastic marriage?) I had to buy my kids beds and I had no access to money. I was cut off from their dad and my crappy part time job paid, well, less than crap. So what I could afford was....crap.
I bought them cheap beds and cheaper mattresses and they have soldiered through. But now with a real job and a partner who loves them I could finally get them nice, comfortable beds. They are so excited. It's the difference between sleep and good sleep. The difference of a night on a couch or on a deluxe mattress at a five start hotel.
But even so, good bed, perfect temperature, physical exhaustion and the right atmosphere, we can toss and turn until the sun rises.
Just be careful what you wish for.
"The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world."