One of the things I half expected to happen this weekend was to be able to actually sleep comfortably through the night. After all, I had the bed to myself and no reason to wake up in the middle of the night – huge project migration or not. Unfortunately, such was not the case. I actually slept LESS this weekend than I have the entire time Kyle’s been home. Every night I dreamt of work, every night it took forever to fall asleep, and every morning I woke up groggy and unrested. Even last night, knowing I would have to be at work by 6:30am, I hit the hay at 10pm and just tossed and turned. Since I had given the dog a bath and knew she’d be in her cage for most of today, I allowed her to sleep in the bed with me. She, however, just moves around too damned much. Add to the fact that my neighbors were outside talking like they were in an auditorium or something until I finally got fed up and got up at midnight to slam shut the windows, and you can imagine how I felt. Finally, at 2am I put the dog in her cage stating that I needed to get at LEAST 3 hours, and re-opened the window. Can’t say it helped much as once again work invaded my thoughts and I, once again, found myself grinding my teeth as I’d been doing all weekend.
I so need this to be over…