Usually, I'm asleep mere moments after my head hits the pillow. I cozy up under the covers, read seven or eight pages of a novel, and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open.
But last night. I lay down at around 11:30 p.m. After I was sure that my kids and my nephew and niece were asleep. After watching most of a movie but deciding not to watch the ending. It was late!
And then I lay there. And I closed my eyes. And thought.
Am I getting a migraine?
Will I wake up with a migraine?
Why are there wavy lines when I close my eyes?
Do I have a brain tumor?
Oh God. I have a brain tumor. I can't die! My kids are so young!
No no. I'm just freaking out.
Man, I hope the kids don't wake up at 5:00 a.m.
If they wake up at 5:00 a.m. I will only have five hours of sleep.
Crap! I'm totally going to get a migraine.
No I'm not. I'm okay. Breathe.
I tried breathing.
OH my GOD I'm totally getting a migraine.
No I'm not.
I must have dozed off because I dreamed.
I dreamed I was driving up a hill which was on a near-ninety degree angle and I was terrified that if I stopped I would roll backwards to my certain demise.
Once awake, I couldn't sleep again. I was hot. I was sweating. DRENCHED actually. How could I be sweating? It was ten degrees outside.
I may have fallen asleep again. I dreamed that I was at a party of a friend's to whom I haven't spoken in a while. Her friends were all angry with me. Everyone was either angry or ignoring me.
Then awake again, I had a throat tickle.
Then Tad woke up.
He handed me his water bottle. I drank. Then I got up and walked around.
I finally fell back asleep and dreamed that our loaner guinea pig turned into a huge behemoth creature, taking up the whole dining room. And it had babies, all over the place, millions of tiny guinea pigs. What were we going to do with them?!!!
I was actually relieved when it was morning. And the kids were up. At 7:00! Not bad.
Tonight, however, Lucy was asleep by 7:20. Coen by 8:45. Hip Hip!
Hooray for me going to sleep very shortly and dreaming about NOTHING!