I am not agood sleeper.
I fall asleep at inappropriate times of the day.
I stay up way too late trying toget things done.
When I finally find some time to catch up on my snoozing, I struggle to fall asleep.
To put it politely, it’s a shit show.
To come up with some basic rules, I pored over someconventionally accepted tipsfor establishing a solid bedtime ritual.
I was a little intimidated by being held to this routine, but mostly, I was excited.
Even Mickey and Kitty joined in on the fun.
(Im an adult, I swear.)
On the first night of the challenge, I totally failed.
(I know, I know, zero logic!)
Weirdly enough, practicing the bedtime routine was still helpful, even though I was still awake.
Portrait Of A Zombie Woman, 3 A. M.'
By day three, I was fed up.
After the previous night’s laundry-fueled exhaustion, I woke up feeling groggy and out of sorts.
Night three became the night I devoted myself to doing everything right.
I was beat, so I was sure I would pass out the second my head hit the pillow.
Instead, I laid awake for at least an hour.
The rest, though, were pointless worries of the highest order.
- And then I organized my closet.
(And, ahem, broke my phone rule to scroll through Instagram.)
Hey, at least I did something with my time other than laying awake, right?
Pondering the ~real questions~, but only after coffee.
After all, I’d tried my hardest!
I even took a few notes about it in my little nightstand notepad.
Admitting that the day is over means admitting to myself that I can’t be a superwoman.
You cant scare ME, sunset.
Armed with all of this new knowledge, I approached night five with a different game plan.
I turned down the lights, sipped my tea, and followed my bedtime checklist.
It worked, and I was out like a light within minutes.
Fred, the canine philosopher.
(His name is Fred, BTW.)
We need sleep to be happy, functioning, human beings.
That night, I slept more peacefully than I had in a long time.
(Thanks for all that wisdom, Fred.)
Caffeine + delightfully gaudy attire = bliss.
That day I dug up a bedazzled frock situation and slapped on some bright lipstick.
I won’t become a perfect sleeper overnight (pun intended), or maybe ever.
