
I finally understand why Ariana Huffington transitioned her career from media mogul to sleep guru, and why Michael Jackson died while in the desperate pursuit of a few hours of Zzz’s. A good night’s sleep is delicious.
I was always the person, who slept effortlessly. Steve was the one to get up when the babies cried, not me. But about five years ago, the three horsemen of insomnia — perimenopause, parental worry, and work deadlines — causing me to reach for my cellphone at 2am for late night sessions on Twitter and various gossip websites. On really bad nights when I completely gave up any hope of rest, I logged into google docs on my phone and finished off an article.
But I slept well last night. With my window open a crack, so I could hear the crickets and the wind rushing through the trees, I slept. The three horsemen were absent — my hormones have stabilized, an article draft is on the editor’s desk, and, most importantly, parental stress has lifted. My youngest son, the one with autism, has been in a bad spot for two years. The school shutdowns during the pandemic and his inadequate post-high school situation have kept me up all night and in crisis mode for too long. With a resolution for those problems around the corner, I am a different person.
Awww!
I’ve been recently learning that if I’m going to get my full 6 hours of sleep at night, I’ve got to choose between a short afternoon nap (which I love) and any caffeine after 5 PM (which I also love). I guess I get to have the caffeine on the days that I don’t have the nap, and the nap on the days that I don’t have the caffeine.
(Iced tea with sugar-free Torani peach syrup is AMAZING in the summer. The sugar-free raspberry is pretty good, too, but I think I like the peach better. It’s a shame that I can’t drink them all day.)
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