Thursday, March 15, 2012
No Rest for the Wicked.
Not falling asleep - that I have no problem with - it's staying asleep.
Going to bed is easy - usually between 9:30- 10:30pm I start to get tired. (Being up at 5, hitting the gym or road, working, and having kids will do that to you.) When I do hit the sack, I read for about 5-10 minutes and then blissful slumber overcomes me.
(Unless the Wife wants to keep me up, if you know what I mean. Wink, wink.)*
So most nights I fall asleep for a good hour or so - until I wake up at about 12am...
And then 2am...
And then the alarm goes off at 5.
The last one I'm okay with - I want to get up at 5. There are the days, however, when I wake up juuust before then - long enough to watch the alarm go off. I can even take those days in stride - if it wasn't for 12 and 2.
When I wake up at those times, it's not for any specific reason - I'm not my Dad, having to pee 3 times a night - it's just that I "wake up". I roll over, look at the clock, groan, and then take about 5 minutes before dreamland (and the Supermodels it contains) comes back. I'm always surprised at the time when I do wake up - because it feels like I've been sleeping for a lot longer than I actually have.
I just had a recommendation for Magnesium supplements - which I'll try, after this weekend's race. My main fear is that the magnesium will course through my body and force me to align with the magnetic poles - meaning I'll be pointing Due North while I'm sleeping. (This is a problem because the Wife is a South-by-Southwest sleeper and she won't let me re-arrange the room.) It'll be interesting to see if my watch or random spoons stick to me as well.
It's not a major problem yet - I'm not a complete bag of shit when I wake up, and I am able to function in society - but I just want to tackle it before it's an issue and I end up looking like Christian Bale in The Machinist. (By the way - that is a completely awesome movie.)
If worse comes to worse, I know almost to the pint how many beers it takes to put me to sleep. (And trust me, it's shamefully low.) Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
You never know - after I've gotten this off my chest, maybe I'll sleep like a baby tonight - and I don't mean crying and shitting myself. (Let's hope so, anyway.)
*If you don't know what I mean, I suggest you look up Porn. Go ahead, Goggle it. I'll wait.