Sleepless in Berkeley

Is there anything worse than lying awake at 3am, knowing that you are wasting precious sleep time? Craving dreamland, but tossing and turning and letting your mind run over with the mundane details of your day?

I go through boughts of insomnia. Long nights and too many cups of coffee in the mornings. I usually fall asleep fine, but awaken for whatever reason at 1 or 2 and find myself wide awake.

A couple of nights ago it was all my husband's fault. He and his annoying coughing. And coughing. At 1am. He wasn't even sick. What was his problem? He got up and because he is a selfless person excused himself to the sofa, but it was too late. The damage was done. I spent the next three hours unable to get back to sleep.

I started thinking about my recent job search, and all of the frustrations and confusion wormed it's way back through the corners of my totally awake mind. I quickly attempted to shove those thoughts aside, but something far worse happened.

A song got stuck in my head. A children's song.

Hello Everybody so glad to see you,

Hello Everybody so glad to see you.

Hello to Evan so glad to see you.....

Stop that! Clear your mind Rachel. Focus.

Hello to mommy were so glad to see you too.

Think! Think of something else. Don't do this.

Hello to the daddies so glad to see you,

Hello to the nanny's were so glad to see you too.

Can't you count sheep or something? Meditate? SOMETHING?

Hello to the guitar so glad to see you,

Hello to the grandmas were so glad to see you too.

ARGGGGG! That is enough!

Then I hit on something. I started to think about my blog. I could write about insomnia couldn't I? I started to compose a post in my head. I am sure it was brilliant, but somehow when morning came it was gone, and this was the best I could come up with.