This week I’m trying to stop relying on medication to help me sleep. I was using it almost nightly and I think it was messing with my memory. Monday night I went to bed at about 10:00 and was out before 11:00. I slept well. I was off to a great start.

Tuesday night I got to bed a bit later because I was helping my son with homework. (I hate homework.) I was in bed before 11:30 and read for a little while. When I dozed off and the book hit my face, I turned out the light and settled in. Around 12:15, my husband leaped from the bed and raced to the bathroom. Uh-oh. He was sick. I blame Burger King.

So I checked on him and went back to bed, sure I could get to sleep now that I had the bed to myself. NOPE! I was awake and awake and awake some more. It was making me mad, so I got up and watched television.

An aside about what I watched:
I love Intervention on A&E. I do not like the commercials for Paranormal State on A&E. I can’t fast-forward fast enough.

American Idol was alright. I like the rocker boys a lot and that 17-year old and the one with the dreadlocks? They are super. And that one guy? All the great songs from the 60s and he picks “Moon River“? What? Huh? Whahuh?

I do not understand the new season of Big Brother. Are the writers still striking? Can we make them stop doing that?

Anyway, I went back to bed at 3am but couldn’t sleep until after my husband’s alarm clock went off at 4:00. The kids woke me at 7:15 to get them to school on time.

Since then I have done the grocery shopping, unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, wiped down the counters, cleaned the bathroom, swept it and wiped down the floor and entertained/assisted my five-year old.

And I am not tired yet. I am totally paranoid I will get to work at 5:00 tonight and be 100% brain dead.