I've always had issues with insomnia off and on, but it seems to be getting worse again.
Since my son has been struggling with his blood sugar and we had to pull him out of school, we have developed a routine. He still naps, and I'm not about to mess with that. No way, no how. The days he doesn't, he sprouts horns at about 5:15pm. To avoid his conversion to a demon, I force him to sleep.
In doing so, he forces me to lay down with him.
Unless I have too much else to do at that exact moment, he usually manages to talk me into it. Then I fall asleep, and get some of the sleep back that I should have gotten the night before.
There are times, many times, that I sleep more during the day than I do at night.
It seems to work for us right now, and I'm not asking too many questions.
The past few days have been bordering on ridiculousness though. I'm pretty sure that I'm actually turning into a vampire.
My husband was gone on a business trip this week. As much as it pains me to admit my bizarre dependence on having his warm body next to me, I need him here to sleep. The last few days, I haven't even attempted to lay down until about 2am. Then I know I'm getting up in a few hours anyway.
I was lucky to get a couple hours of sleep every night this week.
I recoil from the sun in the morning, and have closed all the drapes in our room completely in a pathetic attempt to seal out the light.
I'm sleeping during the day with the boy, holed up in my cave. I know for a fact that I don't own a coffin, but it's entirely possible I'm hanging upside down at some point.
I'm pretty sure I look like death.
I've eaten red meat for the last four days in a row. Which like never happens.
Seeing me outside during daylight is a newsworthy event. I'm as rare as a yeti.
I've developed the ability to get insane amounts of stuff done in very short periods of time. I haven't tried to climb trees yet. Maybe I should.
I haven't bitten anyone yet. That I know of.
I think it's just a matter of time.
Don't say I didn't warn you.