Last night all the sleep interventions failed me– the relaxation sounds, the deep breathing, the variations of heat and weight–even the as-needed prescription.
I avoided a complete freak-out by watching old Annie Broadway audition videos while Husband slept beside me. Earbuds are a miracle. YouTube is a miracle. Watching kids get a casting call from Broadway is a miracle. However, if you’re thinking that 5-11 year-olds belting Hard Knock Life doesn’t portend a sleep miracle, you are correct. When a person reaches insomnia level orphan choreography, all sleep hygiene bets are off.
Maybe I got 2-3 hours of sleep. Mostly I’m thrilled that it’s morning and I can be done with trying.
Sometimes the brightest news of the day is that we get to start fresh tomorrow.
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This post is part of #30BrighterDays; a thing I made up to brighten each day of November
I hate nights like that. I hope today goes ok and you can sleep well tonight.
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