Bitch on the Blog

September 20, 2015

Three in the morning

Filed under: Amusement,Babes,Fun,The Reaper — bitchontheblog @ 02:24
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I have so enchanted myself re-reading my last blog post and comments I’ve forgotten why I was recharging the comp and what I was going to spout about.

Yes, sleep. Elusive. Again. Never really liked sleep. You don’t know what’s going on when asleep. Nightmares. Dreams. Sometimes I wake myself talking out aloud. Which beats not waking up at all.

Virtually all people in my life, and that includes you – my dear readers and my mother – adore sleep. It’s a mystery to me unless you are under twenty five [years of age].

Having said that I do realize that sleep is important to keep you compos mentis. Yes, good old sanity. Had good reason to cry tonight. Then remembered the old saying “crying yourself to sleep”. Doesn’t work. Not for me.

Best sleeplessness and with a purpose was when the Angel was little. The first fifteen months of his life I never had more than 2.5 hours sleep at a stretch. Tiny stomachs need to be refilled at short intervals (Looney, newly made grandfather take note). No matter, during the day the Angel and I slept side by side when he slept. In tune as it were.

One of the truly worst sleepless nights ever? Don’t ask. And don’t laugh. Or do. It was the first night (he was fourteen months) when he slept right through. I was frantic. Kept checking every few seconds whether he was still alive. He was. Even in the morning. Waking to a mother basically dead but still on her feet. I have calmed down since then.

U

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14 Comments »

  1. Kaitlin started sleeping through the night a week and a day after she got home from the hospital. I promised her then that no matter what she did in life I would love her forever. That hasn’t been a hard promise to keep.

    Comment by cheerfulmonk — September 20, 2015 @ 02:37 | Reply

    • This is my sixth attempt to answer your comment. Here it is: I am at a loss as to what to say in reply.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 20, 2015 @ 21:38 | Reply

  2. When I’m wound up and tired, usually too many stressful happening – I have nightmares, some of them seem sensible whilst others muddled to bits…the next morning I feel awful but when I’m out and about everyone comments “you are looking great”….

    Comment by cedar51 — September 20, 2015 @ 03:26 | Reply

    • Good for you, Catherine. I am looking shite at the moment – even by my own assessment.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 20, 2015 @ 21:39 | Reply

  3. Oh, I remeber those feelings of panic. Waking to no sound at all, not a snore, a sniffle or a snort. Not even a gentlys igh of breath inhaled or exhaled. Swea, panic… out of bed to check and then relax back into sleep only to be woken by hungry screams. Now it’s Herself that can cause this. Her or a prostate pressured bladder.

    As for dreams, I often remeber dreaming only to lack recall of the subject and often only to recall the overriding feeling engendered. Often the adrenalin rush of panic. At other times I can recall the whole darned plot , from beginning to wakening. That can be scary. Dreams could drive me more cazy than I am already.

    Comment by magpie11 — September 20, 2015 @ 11:16 | Reply

    • I didn’t go as far as feeling his pulse, but would put my finger under his nose to “feel” he was breathing. Less intrusive.

      Oh dear, Magpie, once you are a parent you are a prisoner to an unrivalled feeling of love.

      Yes, dreams. Could write reams about them. Not least because I am a serial dreamer (meaning I dream on the same subject with slight tweaks in the plot). Main thing about dreams that they tell us something about our waking life. Unless, of course and as you say, we either forget or wonder what the hell all that was about.

      Sleep well,
      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 20, 2015 @ 21:51 | Reply

      • I really should not rush at my typing…. apologies for the mess… again.

        Comment by magpie11 — September 22, 2015 @ 13:40 | Reply

  4. I sleep a bit better now that I’ve finally decided not to let sleepless nights bother me overmuch. Sometimes I even welcome one (not too often, I look like a crow if I don’t get a sufficiency over a week, say) particularly when a busy day hasn’t allowed me to think thoughts to the end or I find a concept so interesting that sleep comes a poor second. Of course, I can always have a quick power nap during the day.

    Comment by Friko — September 20, 2015 @ 11:19 | Reply

    • Being old fashioned I call your “power” naps cat naps. Twenty minutes max. And you are right: Afterwards you are as good as new. I can do “cat nap” leaning upright against a wall. No bull.

      As to not letting sleepless nights “bother” you – you are right again. They shouldn’t. It does annoy me at times when people go on and on about counting sheep and throwing pills at the “problem”. What problem? Get up. Do something. Catch a mouse if nothing else comes to mind.

      However, having said all of the above, there is an element of torture when your body is dog tired and yet sleep is still elusive. It’s a mind game.

      Topsy turvy-days, all the best, Friko,

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 20, 2015 @ 22:01 | Reply

  5. i have always slept like a cat.
    and yet i never had any trouble sleeping. i think i used it as an escape mechanism.
    now that i’m older… i have nights i never fall asleep.
    totally weird. our clock just changes.
    i’ve heard that extremely intelligent people need very little sleep. i’m not in that category.
    but i would venture to say you might be.
    one of my favorite movies… jack nicholson and diane keaton… ‘somethings got to give’ …
    you would like it if you haven’t seen it. neither of them ever got more than 4 hours sleep a night.

    Comment by tammy j — September 20, 2015 @ 12:50 | Reply

    • Thanks for the compliment, Tammy, hidden in your comment. And don’t undersell yourself.

      However, scientists also say that people who don’t get enough snooze do die earlier than need be. Whether or not that is an incentive to sleep more I shall not comment on.

      I shall dig out that movie you recommend. And yes, that’s my life’s experience: “Something has got to give”.

      Hug,
      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 20, 2015 @ 22:06 | Reply

  6. It’s not sleep that keeps me sane, it’s being awake. Sleep always leaves me with nightmares or weird dreams of some description. It takes me half an hour to recover my normal clear-headed self and shake off the bizarre emanations from my unconscious.

    Comment by nick — September 21, 2015 @ 14:28 | Reply

    • Interesting take, Nick. Do you know why men (gross gender generalization) usually don’t remember their dreams? No, neither did I. Until LSF (longest standing friend – he is male) explained to me that a surfeit of alcohol messes with dreams and their recollection. So – maybe – there is your remedy: Dash your dreams by overdosing, nurse a hangover instead.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 21, 2015 @ 17:01 | Reply

      • I absolutely can’t endure hangovers. I’ve had about three in my entire life and that was quite enough. So I’ll have to pass on that suggestion.

        Comment by nick — September 21, 2015 @ 20:58 | Reply


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