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Daylight Savings

At first I thought maybe I was coming down with a cold. My body ached, I was exhausted and a lot more moody than usual. Just as I mentioned my fear of the plague to my husband, he asked me when was the last time I'd had a good nights rest. I actually had to ponder this question. As shocking as it was to admit, it had been at least three months since I'd had anything more than four hours of sleep.

Over the past few months I'd; taken care of a new litter of puppies, had my oldest daughter (and grandson) move back home, began work on my first novel, put in sixty hours a week at my 'real' job, assisted my husband on several of his Art shows, dabbled in selling real estate, spoke with Wise Spirit clients via various platforms, started a new website, put in some hours at a friends work place when she was in a bind, took a few classes, planned my book launch party and flew to New Jersey to visit my Grandma.

Sleep it would seem, was not a functional reality for me. I'd begin my day at 5:30am only to come home tired, cranky and famished at 6pm. Two hours later, would find me plopped down in front of the television with a pint of Wonton something or other, right before falling asleep. Dozing off on the sofa wearing my glasses has often sent me to the eye Dr. for repairs. My husband gently wakes me up and directs me to the bedroom. Mid sentence (or so he claims) and just as I remove my spectacles, I'm back in dream land. 

This nap is good for all of four hours, when I find myself waking up in a zombie like state at 1am double checking the front door to make sure its locked. While I'm up, let me check my Facebook status to see if anyone 'liked' that quirky little post I added. Poor babies, they drank all of their water, let me fill their water dish again. Back to sleep I go. I'm sure I've only been sleeping for fifteen minutes when I'm sitting up in the bed once again. It's now 4am and I must add a reminder to my online calendar so that I won't forget the oh so important task that I remembered in my dream. And since I'm up, let me finish off the next chapter of my book. I just know I won't have the time to do it tomorrow because the company corporate inspectors are coming. Oh Dear, did I wake up the dogs? Now they won't stop whining. I may as well take them out to potty. 

Finally, back to sleep. Or so I thought because now the darn alarm is going off. You MUST be joking me! Daylight savings my &%@, this insomniac needed that extra hour!!!!


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