Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Vacation Day and The Best Laid Plans. . .

Ah, the best laid plans of mice and men (and women, too) often go astray. Thank you, Robert Burns! Today was to be a blog vacation day for me, as I had planned to take the one hour and 45 minute drive to my sisters for a fun visit. My plan was to head out early giving us a full day to enjoy, so I went to bed early last night and fell asleep around 10:30 pm.
Around 12:30 a.m., I woke up, feeling as though I had slept all night. When I saw the time, I immediately closed my eyes to go back to sleep; no such luck. I tossed and turned, fluffed and refluffed my pillow; I got up and used the bathroom, thinking a full bladder might be the problem; I pulled on a blanket--maybe I was chilly. Still the sandman eluded me.
I read somewhere that when you have trouble sleeping, you should get up for a while, so I did. I went to my office and turned on my laptop and put a message on my blog that I would be taking a vacation day. I accessed online banking and verified that my social security deposit had landed in my checking account, and used the online bill paying service to make my car payment. That seemed a long enough break from trying to sleep, so I went back to bed.
Still wide awake. Maybe I needed to count sheep. I closed my eyes and tried to conjure up those fluffy creatures seen on the mattress commercial. All I could visualize were some mangy-looking critters resembling wild coyotes. There was nothing soothing about tallying that crew--they looked a rather menacing! Then I remembered drinking milk is supposed to help you doze off. Since my days as a nursing mother when I consumed gallons of the white stuff, I have never again been a fan; but cheese! The ads say that each slice of cheese has a fourth of a cup of milk in it.
Out of bed and to the refrigerator for a slice of cheese. Back to bed. Tossed and turned and fluffed some more, envying my spouse who was peacefully far away in dreamland. I considered hijacking his C-Pap machine (a device which helps people with sleep apnea get uninterrupted rest). I gave up that idea realizing he might not have a sense of humor about it at 4:30 a.m.
My last view of the clock on my nightstand told me it was 5:45 a.m. I finally captured a few winks somewhere between there and 7:30. When I awakened, I knew that a long drive to and from my sister's today would not be wise. (I once fell asleep at the wheel on the highway with the cruise control set at 65 mph; having come out of that one unscathed, I wasn't about to push my luck!)
So --- plan scrapped, here I am: a bleary-eyed blogger, bummed out that the fun had to be postponed until next week! Does the caffeine in chocolate chips in chocolate chip cookies bother anyone else? That's the only culprit I can name.

1 comment:

Blognote said...

You have described that situation so very well, Eva! It has happened and still happens to many of us, especially looking with great envy upon the one sleeping next to you while she/he is far away in her/his dreamland.