Wrong Side of the Bed

When I arise on the wrong side of the bed,  it is in spells, some longer than others.  If it is night 1,2, or 3 of sleeping poorly, I usually shake the funk by mid-morning.  But by day 4.  Not so much. 

For me, arising on the wrong side of the bed means I have been awake for more than 3 hours prior to actually emerging for the standard 5am call.  My insomnia  depletes an already uncertain tolerance for frustration and stress. I become super victim-ish and impossible.

While my body and mind suffer fatigue, the effect is compounded by the evil and dark places  hosting my thoughts in those hours.  I am left an angry and hot mess.

Today is day 7 of waking around 2:10ish and spinning circles in my head and bed until 5am.  ugh.

For anyone contemplating a suggestion of warm milk ,counting sheep or visualization; please, save your self the energy of your keystrokes.

Remember, this is the blog where I allow my self to blow off steam.  If you crave something more effervescent, please visit my happy place.  (Click here for entry)