Oh God, my mom used to sing sometimes in the mornings, too. As I was never a morning person, it didn't end well. Poor mom.

"Oh what a beautiful MOR-ning, oh what a beautiful--"

*POW*

"...shiner you're sporting there..."

Hahahahaha! It never got physical but usually ended in a verbal fight as I would be pissy, she would be angry about pissiness, etc.

As I was never a morning person, it didn't end well. Poor mom.

I was too incoherent to do anything but burrow further under the covers/cats, usually. And maybe flail pillows at her.

Mom used to come in, snap up the shade, and warble, "Rise and shine, morning glory!" It was delivered fairly sarcastically, but it didn't make me any more receptive.

My grandmother would sing, "Good morning Mary Sunshine! Why do you wake so soon? You've frightened all the stars away and scared away the moon!"

Hello, Insomnia, my old "friend." FTR, I haven't missed you one bit, and your timing with the whole having to get up in four hours is really not ideal. Go away now please before I do something rash like...like... Okay, probably nothing more dramatic than whine and possibly weep like a girl for a bit.

You gave it to me. I am home today, after not sleeping for 24 hours. I lay in bed for 7 hours last night trying to sleep, but my brain would not SHUT UP. I was out of Ambien until today. Also, we had a lice outbreak at my shelter and my head was itching all night long -- I was checked and I don't have lice. But, we have cloth chairs in the learning center and I was sitting in one and I live by myself and I can't check the back of my head.

And I am terrified of calling in sick to my new job, cause I've already had to miss 3 days, due to UTI and my wonderful, magical, dysfunctional hoo-ha and I am so scared of losing another job due to absences, but I got about 4 hours of crap sleep on Monday nite, and didn't sleep at all last night, and I was in a crying, shaking ball on the bed at 5:30 am and it took me a half an hour of talking aloud to myself to talk myself out of (a) a panic attack and (b) into calling into work.

You know, I wonder sometimes about people wondering if I have a drinking or SA problem, and this morning, I was WISHING it was something like that, because it would be so much more understandable for people than "I can't sleep" or "I didn't sleep."

You can't call in and say "I'm calling in sleepless" because people don't get it. Sleeplessness leads me to an almost phobic anxious reaction and it snowballs into....pure hell. I WANT to sleep; I WANT to be rested and go to work.

I called in and finally fell into a light doze at about 8:30 and woke up at 10:30 to call in my refill. And then it's always a square dance at the pharmacy: "You can't fill this till the 18th."

"No, I can. I take 2x the maximum dosage."

"But you just got 30 on the 8th. That's a months supply."

"No, that's a two week supply. I take 2 pills a day."

I'm sorry to be going on MEMEMEME, but I just had to vent. I haven't had a night like this in a while and it's AWFUL. It's the loneliest hours in the world.

And then I'm always trying to buck myself up, like "Doctors and soldiers have to function on less sleep!" but I am SO NON-FUNCTIONAL from the non-sleep and the hours of panic that not only am I beyond exhausted, that I am also on a hair-trigger, and if something trips my nerves (dude, I work with disturbed teenagers, world's biggest oxymoron), I know I will burst into hysterics or flip out like a mammal.

VENT. ARGH.

Ok. Thanks for listening.

Oh, my mom would also sing "Good morning! Good morning! You've slept the whole night through! Good morning! Good morning to you!" Which I HATE. Haaaaaaate.

Shit, Erin, I'm sorry. I hope you are able to get some sweet sleep today.

Oh, Erin. Sorry, honey.