Sleeplessness

When I’m worried and I can’t sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep counting my blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you’re worried and you can’t sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you’re worried and you can’t sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings

White Christmas is one of my all time favorite movies. I watch it every year, usually right after Thanksgiving. The lyrics above are from a Bing Crosby song that is in the movie. It has a bit of a special meaning to me at this point in my life because suddenly, out of the blue, for no apparent reason I have been having trouble sleeping. I’m not worried, and although it’s a novel idea to count blessings instead of sheep…it just isn’t working. As a matter fact, counting sheep never worked either.

What does work for me, however, is after I toss and turn for an hour or so, I decide to get up and read or get in a little Facebook time but then I end up going to bed knowing that the alarm clock is set to go off at 6:10. Not that I paticularily mind staying up late, I don’t, except when I have to be someplace at a somewhat early hour…like on a job, cleaning a house or office, or common areas of a condo building, which I do quite often.

It’s very difficult to function on a fitful four hours of sleep. I don’t do that well at all. I sometimes take a half of a PM med but that usually just makes me very groggy in the morning. Not a happy way to start the day.

I don’t mean to complain, really I don’t, but dang son, I need some sleep. So tonight I am preparing to sleep by winding down with this blog and a little light reading. No warm milk for me…I want to sleep, not hurl. And just for the record, in White Christmas they drank buttermilk. I’m not sure if it was warm or not but maybe that’s the trick…to tell yourself you’ll go get some buttermilk if you can’t sleep and then your body, in total rebellion of the proposed drink-to-be will simply pass out.

Whatever works, I guess. So here goes nothing…

Sweet dreams.

life…just saying