Who needs sleep? Apparently: ALL OF US. Heavens, but we are a sleep-deprived bunch.
I have a confession: After I wrote yesterday's entry, I was secretly sort-of sure that last night would be different, and that I'd make it through the night without waking. Because! Of course it would! I WHINED TO THE INTERNET ABOUT MY PROBLEMS. That's usually a one-way ticket to a mea culpa the next day about "oh hey! never mind about that thing after all, all good now."
Ha. Yeah. No.
Instead, because I'd been soooooooo emphatic and smug-ass confident that falling asleep "wasn't the problem," I was awake and wild-eyed until well after midnight. I woke up at 4:30, fell back asleep around 6:15 or so, only to wake up 15 minutes later because the cat decided it was time for a snuggle. I DID NOT PARTICULARLY AGREE.
But seriously, THANK YOU for all your comments and sleep aid ideas. I am definitely going to try several that came up the most (melatonin, tryptophan, anxiety/task lists), possibly see a sleep specialist that local reader Allyson recommended, and I will report back. I know! Sit back down! You're going to sprain something from all this excitement and anticipation.
(My mom emailed me yesterday too, and said "PLEASE be careful about Ambien," which in My Mom's Speak is pretty much the equivalent of me screaming at you guys in all caps and adding lots of OMGWTFBBQ!!!!ONE!!1!!s at the end. It's just how she is. Turns out both she and my dad have taken it at different times, and both of them experienced all the crazy sleep-walking and furniture over-turning and memory-loss stuff you hear about. AND had a really hard time sleeping without it, even after just a couple nights. So...I don't think so, especially since prescription medications and I have not exactly been a great combination in the past. [I'm always the patient who gets that one weird less-than-2%-of-users side effect, like the time I tried the birth control shot and spent the next 72 hours walking into walls and tripping over microscopic cracks in the floor.} Although the idea of like, sleeping and organizing the basement at the same time sounds pretty cool. I'm guessing I wouldn't do anything productive though. I'd probably just pull clothes out of my closet for awhile and then go outside to hurl juice boxes at cars.)
(No, I don't know why I made that whole thing a parenthetical. I tend to do that more when I don't really have a firm grasp on what I plan to write about, and start interrupting myself with random thoughts.)
(And then I feel the need to explain myself, like that. And like this.)
(OH LORDY IT'S GONE OFF THE RAILS NOW.)
(WE PROBABLY ARE ALL GOING TO DIE.)
In summary, I am still tired, but grateful for a fresh list of suggestions. Although it's a shame that "more chocolate pudding cups" wasn't one of them. Although I'd like to see anybody try and let that stop me.