God, how I hate waking up in the wee hours of the morning! Is anything, anything more annoying and frustrating?
I’m so tired I’m almost sick, and I can. not. sleep. Part of it is worrying about losing a chunk of cash in the mail just when I have to get a new crown…that money would have about paid for the dental work. Now I’ll have to raid savings to cover it. Part of it is worrying about how I’m going to get another raft of papers graded around the mass of choir rehearsals and performances that will occupy the rest of this week. Part of it is being pissed at having to get my teeth crowned as a result of all the bruxing I do out of stress and frustration. (LOL! “Why do the heathen grind their teeth?”) Part of it is worrying whether the IRS got my tax payment, since that went out in the same mail as the lost checks. Part of it is annoyance that Fidelity’s online statements are not current and that there’s no way to figure out which of the several accounts they’ve got up there corresponds to the money fund for which I have a book of checks, one of which I used to pay my taxes. Part of it is that it’s going to rain again, so the air is a little humid and vaguely uncomfortable. Part of it is disappointment that (I think) Funny lost the current March Madness round at Free Money Finance. Part of it is hunger. And part of it is just old-lady insomnia.
Yesh. At 9:30 this morning—now only five hours away—another mountain of muzzy student papers will come to light on my desk. The day will be occupied with classes through 1:45, at which point I have to drive to Costco for gasoline. Then it’s off to rehearsal.
This week the choir had rehearsals last night and has another rehearsal tonight, a performance tomorrow night, rehearsals and performance Friday, rehearsal and performance Saturday, rehearsal and two performances Sunday. When exactly I’m going to find time to read the mountain of student papers, to say nothing of my client’s first two draft chapters, I do. not. know!
Yesterday I didn’t get to his dissertation because I spent the most of the day writing the post that will come online in about two hours and arguing with the credit union and the post office. This morning at three o’clock I was in no condition to edit copy. And still am not: I’ve killed the last hour and forty-five minutes writing posts to cover the next two days.
Let’s see… 11:00 p.m. to 3:00 a.m., that’s four hours. It’s now almost 5 o’clock. If by some miracle I can get back to sleep until seven, maybe I could eke a full six hours out of the night before I have to go to class.
Oh no! I’ve been there and it is not pretty. If you can find the time a little relaxation therapy is a great way to go. Of course, you always feel like you can’t find the time, but I’ve come to realize, it’s seriously worth it when you can’t sleep. You can’t go on like that long term–I learned that by trying 😉
@ Simple in France: It’s actually been going on for several years. Insomnia comes with late middle age for most women…it’s a hormonal thing. But there are several effective ways to adjust.
Normally I’d get up for an hour and go back to bed, figuring a total of about 7 hours is as good as 7 uninterrupted hours of snooze time — which it almost is. Relaxation techniques were crowded out last night by fretting over the lost checks and the oncoming tsunami of work and activity. {sigh}
Some women try to nap in the afternoon. Moi, I don’t like to sleep in the daytime because that guarantees that I’ll be up at three in the morning. Getting off the coffee altogether helps a lot, and actually for a few nights there after my recent cold-turkey exploit, things were snoozing along nicely. But when I had that splitting headache I self-medicated with a lovely pot of French-press espresso (yes!!!!!). Got rid of the headache. Got me back on my favorite drug. 😉