I’m bleary eyed and irritable. Guess why: yet another night of less than 6 hours of sleep. Just 5 hours this time to be exact. My last 2 weeks of sleep (attempts) have been unbelievably bad. 3:30 a.m. 4:00 a.m. 4:20 a.m. Even a 5:15 a.m. And the sun rises early here in Edmonton, so I’ve actually been going to sleep with birds chirping in the trees outside the window. It’s brutal, especially because there’s no real compelling reason for it. Bailey is a great sleeper. Ronan’s even sleeping through nearly 90% of the time.
I get so frustrated, but all that does is make it worse. There’s nothing good about lying awake at 3 am, thinking about how you need to get to sleep NOW. I’m somewhat lucky because I have a pretty flexible starting time for work, but even still, I try to be up and around by 9:30 at the latest. But it means that by 2 or 3 in the afternoon, my mind is mush because I’m still so bloody tired.
Tonight I’m trying some prescription meds to put me out so I can get back to some normal sleep habits. I’ll try to post an update later this week about how things are going.