I have always had poor sleeping
habits – ALWAYS
Well, perhaps I did okay in the
hospital right after I was born.
Mom says I was always
asleep. Every time she wanted to hold me
I was asleep.
She said I was never awake during
my time at the hospital
and says that after she brought
me home
I was awake for the next five
years.
Slight exaggeration – but not
much.
Mom said they had gone to San
Francisco during a four day weekend.
Keith was just a newborn. He always slept. He was a good sleeper.
Actually quite the opposite of
me.
Mom said I was awake the entire
time during the drive there
and when they stopped at a hotel
to get some rest,
they really didn’t as one of them
had to stay awake with me
to make certain I didn’t take off
or play
in the toilet or whatever they
thought they needed
to stay awake with me for.
Mom said I finally killed over
one afternoon in San Francisco.
Everybody else moved into the
kitchen and talked in hush whispers
so as not to disturb me.
She said I slept for three hours
and that was the only sleep I had
during the entire trip.
When I slept at home, she
read. Never vacummed.
We didn’t even have traffic in
our neighborhood.
I got used to the quiet.
My brother had me around. I’m assuming I made noise and
was not quiet. He learned to sleep through the noise.
But I never did.
It’s rare when I sleep heavy, but
I have on occasion.
Except for this month.
I have had a blah sense of
fatigue –
which actually mirrors the skies
we’ve had this month.
I don’t recall such a gloomy
December.
How wonderful it is to have
lights to
stand out in the dismal air.
We’ve had rain and fog.
Some days we get two hours of
sunshine,
but then it disappears
My husband is working a seasonal
job
with odd hours.
Perhaps after the new year I will
be
able to sleep better. I hope so.
