I’m awake. It’s twelve minutes to six and I’m awake. This is very unlike me. What’s even more unlike me is that I’ve been awake for three hours already. GG and I seem to be sleeping in shifts tonight. He didn’t get to sleep until 4am, while I woke at 3am and haven’t managed to get back to sleep.
And it’s self perpetuating. Since having the kids, and knowing I can’t just go back to sleep later in the day, if I’m awake in the night I lie there, thinking about how difficult the day will be if I’m swept with exhaustion (as is generally the case after a sleep deprived night) in the early afternoon.
At least I’ve got nowhere to go this evening, so I can get an early night if I’m dropping with tiredness by eight o’clock. Plus, I can use the next hour and a half to make some progress on my cowl. Yesterday was taken up too much by thoughts of the allotment for me to concentrate on my knitting, so I’m behind if I want to finish it by the weekend. And, I’ve already read all the posts in my blog reader and posted today’s post here, so I won’t need to open my computer again this evening. Perhaps that will make for better relaxation.