I rarely sleep through the night. I wake up every few hours and despite my mother living just two blocks away, she’s hardly willing to run over and lull me back to sleep. (She’ll say she is.)
This insomnia of sorts has been weaving its way in gently and gingerly over the past long while. So stealthily in fact, that when a friend asked me if I ever have trouble sleeping, my answer was this; “Oh definitely not! I sleep like a…Oh wait – yes actually, come to think of it, I do have trouble sleeping nowadays.”
Why I wake is hard to say. Too hot? Too cold? A pea under the mattress? Thirsty? Perhaps I’m an unknowing fan of unyielding yawns and lead-laden lids? Or maybe it’s simply the obvious – that cover-stealing, log-sawing, sheet-thrashing fellow sleeping next to me. Nah, that couldn’t be it. A merciful muddlement to those exacerbating eccentrics was gratefully gifted upon me years ago.
Enter, stage left. We’ve face-lifted a dining room, overhauled a bathroom, and are currently primping a parlor. (Okay, I don’t often use the word parlor, but I’ve already said room twice, so to divert the dreary, in this instance it shall be a parlor.)
And all that is very exciting indeed. I love change. I am forever painting a room, swapping the drapes or rearranging furniture on a continuous quest for fresh and foreign.
But lately…
Change means more than glossy paint and a snazzy new rug. Change is bringing growth and ungrasping, independence and fear, wings and unwrapping, freedom and tears.
And, it’s freaky.
Sorry Hazy, think you got that particular plague from me! However, I would go with “a pea under the mattress” my little princess ;). Look at it like this, the ‘N’ miraculously gave you artistic license to post a certain photo, so it’s all good.
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Yes, well you have always been a bit of a princess. Oh! Did you mean the ‘no sleeping’ syndrome? Sorry! ;P
By some miracle, I didn’t even get in trouble for posting this pic!
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Sometimes change is good. Scary at times, but necessary too. I also cat nap lately and don’t sleep too good.
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Yeah, just a bizarre time in a parent’s life…university talk, jobs, cars. Yikes! No naps for me…then I’d never sleep at night!
Thanks for stopping by! :0)
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All the different stages in our life’s. And yes I don’t sleep well either. We should have a switch that we can turn off and on ( off for sleep )
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I agree, Liz. If only!
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Just yesterday I was reading Haruki Murakami’s short story SLEEP (whose first line begins with ‘This is my seventeenth straight day without sleep’) and today I ran into your blog.Hmm, strange.
Read it if you can in your sleepless nights, and witness the murakami effect after that.
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Hi Zia – I will definitely check it out. Thanks for the recommendation and for visiting my blog!
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Hazy, I know you’re not old enough, but this happens when women of a certain stage in life hit the big “M.” If so, this too shall pass.
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