Sleep Bitterness

What do I post?

Sometimes when I try to think of subjects for my blog, they just don’t come. It’s like I just can’t see anything in my life that changes from day to day.

But lately the signs for this particular post is just coming at me right and left, so whether or not I wanted to write about it, it’s happening.

In fact, just as I was about to write this blog, the song I was listening had these lyrics.

“How deeply are you sleeping or are you still awake?” Deeply, not at all. Still awake, always.

The bed commercials hit me from all sides. There is the radio commercial for the Serta Perfect sleeper and the Facebook ads that just won’t stop flooding my feed for the Purple mattresses. The ads seems to know exactly what I need. Sleep.

I think my mattress is trying to kill me.

Sleep is one of those things I dream about when I’m awake and can’t stop thinking about when I’m trying to do that thing. Sleep.

Last night I was trying my darndest, but the universe, divine intervention, or just plain circumstances just would not allow it. It’s been hot, of course, because fires, and its summer.

I don’t have one of those perfect sleepers that I keep seeing on TV. My shoulders and knees ache, so sleeping on them are not a joy. They tell me to sleep on my stomach or back. Not happening. I’ve never been comfortable in those positions.

Also, there is a lot on my mind. We have a horrendously busy week. I have a scout project that needs to be completed today. My kids are getting ready for back to school. My son has football practice, my daughter has a dental appointment. My head has an explosion scheduled later today, if we don’t stop having things to do.

The final bitter blow is that our smoke detectors are on the fritz, so random nights at 3 am or so, they like to declare to the world that there is a fire in our house, even though those are a few miles away, creating smoke for others. One woke me up last night juuuust as I was drifting off into one of my 10 minute intervals of sleep.

All night long.

We woke up just to assure our kids there was no fire.

Then at 5 am, about 10 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off, my daughter wakes me up.

“Dad, the fire alarm is chirping. It’s keeping me awake. I don’t know what to do, but I can’t sleep.”

Mumbling…”I guess I’m not going to be either.”

After a mighty struggle to trudge upstairs, I figure out what alarm had the old battery, I finally changed it and decided that going back to sleep was futile.

I thought when my kids were around ten, I would be able to get my sleep back. I guess I was wrong.

Begrudgingly, that person that made up this quote was right when they said, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

Though I have a feeling some zombies will make sure I don’t even get to sleep then.

ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH

Bitter Lack O Sleep Ben