People who say they sleep like a
baby usually don't have one.
~Leo J. Burke
…Or a
flat screen TV in their bedroom that turns itself on several times every night.
I started writing this blog at a little
after 3 AM. Most nights, when I am
not worrying about my children or about how I am going to squeeze 37 activities
into the four good hours of energy I might have tomorrow, I sleep well.
That is, until the TV comes on.
Any sane person would just move
the darn thing into another
room. But it would take major wall
surgery to move the umbilical cord, called a cable, which connects us to our ‘No
Spin’ addiction.
Besides, how would we get to sleep at night if we move it into the other
room? (I’m only mildly joking
about this.)
While I totally agree that we
watch entirely too much TV (I actually used an episode of NCIS to teach my
grandson an important life lesson the other day…Right! I know…sick!) But that is a subject for another day’s
blog, one that you won’t see very soon.
The problem right now is the
television that turns itself on.
My husband can fix pretty much anything, but this even has him
stumped. It might be that we don’t
think about it too much during the day, and then when it snaps on with an
infomercial featuring noisy blender recipes, it becomes a major priority on the
list of tomorrow’s ‘to do’s.’
And that might not be so bad if
it only happened once a night.
Sometimes we get awakened 2 or 3 times; leading me to believe it has
something to do with the DVR programming.
Anyway, once I am awake, my brain
jumps into high gear. The first
thing I think of is that, tomorrow, I am going to find a pad of paper and a
pencil and put it by my bed so that I can write down all the genius thoughts
that come to me in the middle of the night, because the main thing that keeps
me from being able to drop back off is the thought that “I can’t forget
this!” (Most of these ideas,
for some reason, involve Bill fixing something or building something…don’t ask
me why.)
Other nights, I think about
things I want to write about. I’ll
work on it all night like a bad song stuck in my head, until the next time I
sit down to write and I can’t think of anything interesting…like now. I guess I should have lain in bed
awhile before getting up to write this…
I sew things, move furniture and decorate
rooms (with lots of built-ins via Bill’s help), pack for trips and make long
lists of things I shouldn’t forget to take, plan new exercise routines (which
never get implemented), and plan birthday and holiday celebrations right down
to the napkin rings.
I wake exhausted.
We have got to figure out how to fix that TV.
Insomnia is a gross
feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including
thinking about not thinking.
~Clifton Fadiman
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