insomnia

It's 2:30 a.m., and I am awake. Now, this happens occasionally during the school year, but it's summer vacation now, and I really have no pressing reason to be up this late (though the small blessing is that because of vacation, I don't have to wake up in four hours). It's been like this since school ended, and my husband's theory is that I got used to staying up late during the last weeks of school when everything was so hectic, and I can't readjust.

Possible.

I only seem to be able to fall asleep and then sleep deeply when I give up and retreat to the couch. I think it's because the couch is way more comfortable than my bed, which is not soft at all, and I'm the kind of person who would be happiest sleeping on a giant pile of cotton balls. Again, not a big deal, but I'd say I end up sleeping on the couch about 80% of the time these days, which is just...sad.

Apparently, I woke my husband up at 4:22 this morning (yes, he knew the exact time) and demanded that he put a shirt on because "she" (???) would be here any second. And then I made him get out of bed and get a shirt, which I guess was still not good enough because my response was an exasperated, "Fine!" I remember not even a stitch of this interaction, which is troubling. Jeremy thinks it is hilarious, but the poor guy has been working 14-hour days at his internship, and here I am angrily disrupting his sleep when I have absolutely nowhere to be in the morning. The last time something like this happened was just after we got married, and one night I woke up, turned on all the lights, and started yelling about the room being filled with grasshoppers.

I think this has unfortunately become a theme in my recent posts, but I can't help it - this sounds an awful lot like something my mother would do. Scarier yet, she has an actual track record for injuring herself - and others, namely my father - in the process.

All in all, it sounds like maybe sleeping on the couch is not such a bad thing. Better yet, perhaps I need to just be barricaded in a room at night. Bertha Mason much?