Short nights, long days

Hmm... despite the fact that we are rapidly heading towards the shortest day (and thus the longest night), my bodyclock seems to be having a mind of its own this week! Having settled into bed last night at around half past midnight, I was wide awake by twenty past four ~ how rubbish is that?

Now as far as I can see, there are few options open to a girl when she can't sleep. I could have made a warm milky drink, gone back to bed and tried to get to sleep (which I didn't do) or my preferred option; harrass Dave by waking him up and making him share the boredom of the small hours with me (which I also didn't do) or to do what I actually did ~ stare mindlessly at old episodes of Star Trek, which is usually enough to send me into an instant stupor, if not coma, and to catch up on some paperwork, which also always has a mind numbing effect on me. Did these two activities make me sleepy? Well... it's before eight in the morning and I writing my blog again, so I guess not!

What so often happens when I wake at stupid o'clock is that I notice all the things in the house that need to be sorted out, mended, cleaned or tidied; none of which I can do in the middle of the night because of the noise involved in these activities, out of respect for the neighbours who share our adjoining wall and for Dave who might as well get a good night's sleep even if I'm not.

One of the most disheartening things about a lack of sleep is the cumulative effect it has on my sense of humour. By this afternoon, my usual sweet wit and sensitivity will have become like a venomous snake (Dave might say that there is never much sign of sweet wit and sensitivity, but he's my husband and therefore subject to more 'wit' than most) and this evening any trace of good humour will have evaporated altogether. This then poses the next dilema...

Do I have an early night and risk having had enough sleep by four in the morning again or do I hang on in there this evening and go to bed at my usual time, but be in such a rotten mood all evening that I don't want to even be in my own company?

I know! I will turn to the best cure in the world for lack of sleep/grumpy girl syndrome; chocolate.

Okay, well that's me sorted for the day then, chat soon, Liz

P.S. As at 6 pm, it has taken one large ham and mustard roll, one Fry's Turkish Delight, one Twix, and three mince pies to get through the day... I am sure I will be able to do better tonight!