That's what I'm lacking....sleep. With the lack of sleep comes irritability, and with that frowny, unhappy people in my house. I need a palatable form of caffeine everyday, without fail and I think the medical community would agree that caffeine is good for you. The health benefits abound for me as well as for those in my proximity. My husband some months ago lost his mind and decided to forgo coffee, energy drinks, and soda all at once. I was crushed. I felt abandoned in my addiction and was annoyed that I could no longer find empathy from the man I vowed to spend the rest of my life with.
My lack of sleep is genetic. Not through heredity, but from my genes I contributed to an offspring. He crawls in between the spouse and me, making himself quite comfortable. A kick to the kidney, a slap across the face is a regular routine as he spreads out overtaking the space like kudzu. I want to put him back in his own bed, but I'm too darn tired to drag myself up to accomplish that goal. So I become contorted and uncomfortable, doze on and off only to be rudely awakened by a jazzy number from the OLD Blackberry that has been sent to pasture as an alarm clock.
As much as I try to detox, I can't. I have cut down, and we no longer buy soda for the house, but I will continue to feed the monster. If stranded on an island, the one item I would want to have is my Keurig. As long as people pick, roast and grind those precious beans, I will forever pay my dealer for that drug.
As I sit here on the sofa, exhausted, I'm almost too tired to turn off the tv and go to bed when I have the chance. I don't mind being tired, really. It may seem strange to embrace sleep deprivation, but the reason I am is worth it. I'll long for the days when my child wanted to snuggle and wish for him to be this age again. I will take full advantage of days like this. I'll sleep later.
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