I must remember to get some Tylenol PM--these regular bouts of insomnia really kick a girl's ass by the end of the day. I had such high hopes for last night...I pulled off the flannel sheets yesterday and replaced them with cotton. I adore my cotton sheets--they're 400 count, soft and cool on my feet when I crawl into bed at night and they stay cool. My freakishly high metabolism means that sleeping is akin to working out. I radiate heat in my sleep. It's not unusual for me to wake up sweating. This is not menopausal sweating, I'm certain of this because the waking up in a pool of sweat has been going on my entire life. Two of my sons do the same thing.
Mr. D crabbed when he saw the flannel sheets gone last night--he requires an extra blanket (atop the winter sheet-blanket-quilt-combo) on his side of the bed. I've been just fine with even the quilt kicked off. I guess you could say that we run hot and cold as a couple. Heh.
We're slumber opposites in a lot of ways--I prefer white noise and used to sleep with a fan running until we married (because it's all about compromise and concessions). I can only sleep in a perfectly dark room. Even the dim light from the digital alarm clock keeps me up. I stack books in front of it. I love a firm mattress (does that make my sleep number "10" or "1"? Anyone?) while Mr. D likes sinking into a squishy bed.
I keep a glass of water by the bed in case I wake up thirsty. If I drink it, I'll wake up again to pee. I've got "restless leg syndrome" which means I keep thin slices of soap between the sheet and the mattress. Don't ask me why, it just works.
With all my picky prerequisites, it's no wonder that I can't sleep at night. Sheesh.
The crappy part is that by 3:00 when Mr. T and Mr. B come home from school and the 2nd shift starts (homework, guitar, dinner prep, referee duties) I'll be dragging and dying to head back to bed. My second wind will come around 9:00 when it's actually time to go to bed so I'll stay up until 11:00 waiting to get tired enough to fall asleep. Sigh.