Another night spent in hopeless pursuit of sleep.
Going to bed with eyes barely open, does not some slumber guarantee.
And yet again some musical chairs with beds and sofas is in store.
Desperately Seeking the magic place where my mind and body might finally succumb.
And wondering why I even bother.
Pages turned, a book completed.
Problems solved and thoughts sifted.
Wishing there was a proper 'App for that'.
And lying frustrated with all the efforts.
Cursing all and sundry.
A house full of sleeping man and man-child.
A Pretty Cat, and some fishes too.
How very dare they?
To sleep so, when I cannot?
Awake so long now that hunger beckons - a fast is early broken.
'Tea and toast' being this insomniac's middle-of-the-night feast (it could be worse!)
Cursing too the menopause and it's raging hormones.
Dipping and rising unforewarned, whenever they damn well please.
Causing mayhem with sleep and body temperatures.
Resistant to everything I toss at them.
How very dare they too?
Well, damn them all.
A mere two hours of sleep was yet again snatched pre-alarm.
And the recent midterm school break took away my gym time.
Insomnia and the menopause will not do likewise.
I forbid it.
I will stomp that treadmill and swim those lengths.
I will languish in the Jacuzzi and laze in the Steam Room.
A second breakfast of porridge and Red Bull may be required.
And I'll have a trowel with that foundation please.
Plenty of time to sleep later after all.
If sleep so chooses to visit.
Tonight though it may receive some medical assistance!
Note: Written in desperation and as a release. That's what blogging is for, right?!