Tired of Being Tired

 

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.