Linking up with my happy place,Five Minute Friday today.
Ok, bear with me. It’s gonna be a bumpy flight.
I have had insomnia for the past, well, seems like forever now. On and off all summer. But the last week has been the worst. I have tried all sorts of remedies: melatonin, sleepytime tea, so much sleepytime that I am SLOSHING before bed. Lots of soft music. No screen time. Copious reading of things all soft and lovely… And the bible. I hate to say it, but a good read of Leviticus and I am usually nodding off all over the place. I know. That makes me sound rather unspiritual, and shallow. But good heck. I am TIRED so we’re keeping it real.
What better time, when so tired you are starting to see spots, to be real?
Lack of sleep has a variety of results. Let me share them with you.
- Momsie become unnaturally ferocious. Like, really, really cranky.
- She forgets things. Like where her keys are and how to feed her children lunch.
- She also feels dreadful and achy. Like her whole body just is UP and QUITTING this nonsense.
- Then, the wonderfullness that is MomGuilt comes up and pokes at her, hissing things like, “Feed your children, woman! And, for Pete’s sake, get a bra on! And what is UP with the laundry room situation? It looks like a college dorm room in there! DOOM and GLOOM, Momsie! You are a MESS!”
I remember once, my husband, Mr. Smartie Engineer, telling me about flight. He has actually flown a plane before, which gives him total street cred in this situation. He said something like this:
“For the plane to fly, it needs LIFT true. Of course. That is a given. But it also has to have DRAG. Without DRAG, the plane would just go all willy nilly all over the place.”
Ok, it’s possible he didn’t use the actual words “willy nilly.” But you get my point.
This non sleeping thing? It’s a total pain and I do need to work on it. But yet, it has done something good.
It has sat me down. Last night it kept me still and staring out at a tree and some stars and guess what I did?
I prayed. For like a long time.
I know. This TOTALLY makes up for the Leviticus comment, right? So spiritual, that Momsie!
But really, prayer for me is a tricky thing. I keep doing it, yes, but a lot of times it ends up being All About Me, and also, God Why Aren’t You Fixing This Right Now?, and you know how that goes. So last night I just went through every possible person I could think of, and I prayed for them.
And people, if you don’t know, you better believe Hillary and Donald were in there. Along with our veterinarian (no idea why, but he was in my head so there you go) and our church, and a lot of people IN our church, and our weird neighbors and that one lady that doesn’t seem to like me much and my husband and my husband’s HUGE family and so on.
We need the drag to experience the lift. That’s what I learned at three am last night.
Also this: the FIRST thing I thought when I saw “Lift” as the theme? A bra. Yep. Aren’t you glad I went with option two?
Lift and separate, ladies!