I can't sleep.
I've finally reached the holy-grail of early parenthood: both my kids consistently go to bed at 8:30 and sleep until 7:00 the next day. I go to bed at 11:00 with the hope of tossing back a good seven hours or so before I get up to squeeze in some alone time in the morning (that sounded dirty) (it's not dirty) (well, unless I'm using that time to write a sex scene) (then maybe you've got a point).
Could someone please give my body the memo?
It used to be that I would fall asleep instantly and then find myself wide awake at 3:33. And then I would toss and turn until around 5:00, fall asleep for an hour and wake up exhausted. I can't even count the number of times I've read 3:33 in the same hideous angry red numbers.
Now I can't even fall asleep to begin with. Last night I went to bed at 11:19 and then I proceeded to read the clock at least once every hour until I woke up. I swear the stupid thing read 4:42 for approximately 37 minutes.
Even if I do sleep, it's like Sleep Lite, the free companion application to Premium Sleep. App Store? I will gladly pay you one million dollars AND sell you my soul to download the full program. Until then, I'm stuck with that hazy floaty crap where I roll over approximately 17 times an hour and never really zonk out. I might as well take a nap on the couch.
I don't know what to do. I've stopped drinking coffee after 12:00. I (sometimes) limit my alcohol consumption before bed. I try to avoid napping.
I'm convinced it's my BRAIN not my BODY.
Unfortunately, I can't Force Quit my brain.
In a few weeks I'm going to see the girly bits doctor for the first time in, whoa, well since Genoa was born, and I think I'm at the point where I have to get a prescription for Ambien. It feels like I've tried everything else.