Yes, I know, I’m taking this night owl thing a bit too far. I can’t help it, folks — it’s just one of those nights. Fellow insomniacs can identify with me, I’m sure. It’s one of those nights where your body just isn’t going to fall asleep even though it should, by rights, be exhausted. A night where things that normally wouldn’t bother you are, instead, preventing you from falling asleep. Like the water I drank a little while before I went to bed. On a normal night I would fall asleep and wake up four or five hours later to say bye-bye to all of it at once. But, on a night like tonight, I lay there in bed, wide-eyed and staring at the ceiling, feeling every minute sensation that passed through my body — and, therefore, ended up visiting the ladies’ four times in thirty minutes. Fun stuff, that.
Also contributing to the situation is the fact that this is Robert’s first night on his new c-pap machine (for sleep apnea). I am not entirely sure I will be able to get used to the noises this thing makes (the machine, not Robert. I’ve had 8 years to get used to him.) The noise ranges from a rather loud hiss, at the quietest, all the way up to hissing plus a high-pitched squeaking sound when the mask gets slightly displaced. Add to that the fact that he is still snoring (though much more quietly) and it adds up to quite the cacophony. I do hope it’s helping, though. Especially since I fully expect him, after his first solid night’s sleep since he was a kid, to bound energetically out of bed in the morning to deal with the children while I sleep in. Yeah, and the part about not dying suddenly from heart problems brought on by the apnea doesn’t suck, either.
And now, good readers, I’m off: to sleep; perchance to dream. And perchance to not have to hit the loo for at least another five hours. I don’t ask for much.