Those are the types of thoughts that go through my head when I can't sleep, causing me not to be able to sleep. I usually read in bed until I'm drowsy, then I fall right to sleep. But sometimes, as last night happened, I was reading and didn't get drowsy. I don't know if it's because the book I was reading reached it's peak in the story line and it was exciting, sad and heart wrenching. Or it could have just been one of those nights that sleep eluded me.
Because I reached the peak in the book and the next section started, it didn't make sense to me to start into section two. So I turned out the light and tried to fall asleep. I remembered my alarm didn't go off that morning and somehow switched to an hour later. So I checked the alarm and it was two hours later. I'm thinking it's broken, then I realize it could just need a new battery. So I get up and put new batteries in it. Back to bed I go.
As I'm laying there I'm actually thinking I'm about to fall asleep and I think of the septic tank, or rather my odor problem and how my favorite septic company came out, checked the tank and said there was no problem and if I thought it was the roof vent I'd need to call a plumber. I'm laying there wondering why they didn't say that over the phone, not that it cost me any money to have them come out and tell me that. Then I wonder why my husband was out there agreeing with them and didn't tell me to call a plumber. Then I'm thinking I need a plumber anyway to fix the backyard faucet so it quits dripping when it's on so I can hook up an automatic drip system to it for my new flower beds.
There I lay. I'm thinking again, "I'm just about to fall asleep" and the furnace comes on, which reminds me I didn't turn it down. I try to ignore it, but the energy saving part of me wins and I get up to turn the furnace down. Back to bed.
Now I'm certain I'm drifting off and I start thinking about how I can't hang the laundry outside anymore because of the shorter days and unpredictable weather. Then I start thinking about this blog and how I should write about how I couldn't fall asleep last night and then I start writing the whole thing in my head, which is nothing like I'm writing now, but something like it, because I can't remember what I was trying to write last night.
Then I started thinking about natural disasters and fire escape routes. Next thing I know I'm up going to the bathroom and it's 5:15 am. The worst thing next to not being able to fall asleep is falling asleep and not knowing you're asleep.
This morning I was all set to get the kids to the bus and go back to bed. But I had coffee while the kids were getting ready for school and now I'm too awake to sleep. I know if I try to lay down I'll start thinking of the day's schedule, what I should be doing, what I don't want to do, the weather, another cup of coffee, what we're having for dinner tonight and how my kids are doing at school.
Oh well, tonight is another night. The exciting part of the book is past for now, so I'll probably be able to sleep tonight. I suppose whatever I don't resolve today will be fodder for my mind tonight; like why is there a puddle of water under my desk? At least, I hope it's water.