Apparently, when you turn 40, some insane internal clock begins wreaking havoc with your body and mind.
For the past 3 nights, I have awakened at precisely 2:42, having to pee, but then not being able to go back to sleep.
I suppose it could be the tequila, but really? I can't afford, at this age or stage in my life, to lose an hour or more of sleep each and every night.
So, here I sit, wide awake, typing. I tried playing with myself, but my head, my body and my toys couldn't seem to get on the same page.
I wondered if A would roll over and try to help me out, seeing how he was wide awake himself, but he just got out of bed to go read. I can't say that I blame him, but...
Drunk blogging is scary to me, although I know last night's blog won't be the first time I do it. I just hope that I maintain some semblance of decorum and dignity as I type away.
Seeing how work looms in just a few hours, I should probably at least get in bed and put forth some effort to sleep.
Wish me luck,
K
In 2010, I turned 40 and spent a great part of that year figuring out some serious stuff in my life. Newly 42, I'm still on the path of discovery but feel I've come quite far. This tiny space is my save haven, one of the only places I can come to work through my worries, fears, exaltations, and endeavors. Thank you to those who've helped me along the way and those of you who stop by to read my crazy thoughts. Enjoy!
I couldn't do it with the husband laying anywhere near me because he'd want to do it with me and he'd do it his way and totally mess it up and do it wrong no matter how I give direction. Sucks! The ones I give myself are far better lately...and those aren't even that good anymore. *sigh*
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