It’s 4.40 am and I can’t sleep. So what do I do? Write obviously. Soz guys, this is a bit of a selfish blog post, because, well, I’ve got nothing much else to do. But I promise I’ll make it entertaining.
At 3.36 am I made two fried eggs on toast. True story. This was after going downstairs to eat the leftovers from dinner only to realise there aren’t any, because *shock* I never leave any leftovers. The disappointment was too much. So I did what any normal person would do, cooked fried eggs instead. And (double shock), now I feel sick.
You see, I can’t seem to sleep because a) I don’t feel tired, and b) I’m hungry. If I go to bed hungry I may as well not go to bed at all. I’ve come to the conclusion that the reason I want to eat a chickens period at ridiculous o’clock is because I’ve not been eating enough. Go figure.
In the last few weeks I’ve gone from exercising three times a week to pretty much every day. And I’ve not been eating enough to sustain this. Hence why I’m jotting down some words for you lovely people.
By the way, if you can’t sleep, I wouldn’t recommend spending an hour mindlessly scrolling websites on your phone. Yeah, that doesn’t help. I even tried to cuddle my husband and get all snuggly, but that didn’t work either.
I came downstairs to find one of the dogs on the sofa (not his usual sleeping spot) and stumbled upon the remains of a chewed up tissue. I told him off and sent him back to his bed only to call him down minutes later because it was pitch black, I was scared and needed some company.
I’m sat in my lounge with both dogs snoozing peacefully next to me. Damn them. They have all the fun. There’s a chocolate brownie that I’m supposed to give to my husband sat on the table in front of me and I’m using all my willpower not to eat it. Plus, I still feel a bit sick from eating two fried eggs at 3am in the morning, who knew that would happen?
I can hear my sister’s rabbits rustling around in their hutch upstairs. It literally sounds like they’re moving mountains or dragging something across the floor. If I didn’t know it was the rabbits I’d assume it was my sister rearranging her whole bedroom.
I think the worst thing about not sleeping isn’t the fact that you’re tired. It’s worrying about the fact that you will be tired. Thinking about the day ahead and how you’re going to get through the day without looking like a zombie from The Walking Dead. And I’m fretting about how I’m going to get any work done.
I don’t generally suffer from insomnia, but the last week or so I’ve had a little taster, and my god, it’s annoying. There’s nothing more frustrating than wishing to fall asleep when you’re lying there wide awake. You toss and turn a million times hoping that, you know, if you just get that perfect sleeping position you just might nod off. But noooo. It’s. Just. Not. Going. To. Happen.
Sometimes the best thing to do is to give up and go and do something. Because the more I lay in bed staring at the ceiling getting annoyed at myself for not being able to do a simple human task, the worse I feel.
So here I am. Writing possibly the most random and admittedly pointless blog post of all time. I promise I’ll write about some more intriguing topics over the next few weeks. I’ve got lots of exciting things in the pipeline to write about. Promise.
Here’s to having a good night sleep tomorrow.
