Fruit Pebbles at Midnight

It’s been a long day and it’s still not over.

As much as I would love to be swimming in the ocean of my dreams right now, I’m wide awake in front of a bowl of cereal with an Icy Hot patch on my shoulder and a hundred things on my mind.

Try fresh air and exercise they say.

I spent an hour outside today in 90+ degree heat pushing a no longer self-propelling lawn mower around the yard. I put up solar lights around the pool, sprayed the yard for bugs and tended to several plants in need of TLC.

Try finishing mundane chores for a sense of accomplishment and to keep you from feeling like there’s something still to be done they say.

I cleaned the house: dusted, vacuumed, swept, mopped, ran the dishwasher, emptied the dishwasher, did 3 loads of laundry (to include folding and putting them away), cleaned out the fridge, wiped down the kitchen counters, scrubbed the stove/oven, cleaned both bathrooms, washed all the bathroom and kitchen rugs, went to the grocery store , watered all the plants inside and out and gave four very smelly little dogs a bath.

Try a sleep aid they say.

Melatonin, valerian root, Benadryl, Tylenol PM, Advil PM, Ambien, Lunesta, shots of Fireball. Been there, done those, have every one of the t-shirts.

Try a snack in case you’re hungry they say.

Hello!! Fruity Pebbles anyone?

Try writing down your thoughts they say.

And here we are, blogging as we munch on crispy, rainbow colors of sweetened rice cereal.

I have this problem every night. I’ve tried all of the tricks in the book including reading the book.

Thanks to insomia, I am currently on level one hundred and ninety of Cookie Jam Blast, I have completely planned out my granddaughter’s third birthday party, made and wrapped gifts for the remainder of this year’s birthdays & baby showers and fed my online shopping habit enough that I had to put myself on restriction.

My bills are paid, I have food in the fridge, a roof over my head and a car to drive. My family is healthy and happy.

Why can’t I sleep?

It’s like putting a toddler to bed , but instead of a miniature version of me saying I need water or I have to potty, it’s my brain saying psst, whatcha doing? why are the lights off? why are your eyes closed? why is the sky blue? why does the fish tank turn green? why won’t the riding mower work? when is the electrician coming? who is gonna fix the gate? who is my soulmate? where is my soulmate? where can I get some good schnitzel? who DOESN’T want to be a millionaire? where exactly is Waldo? and most importantly, who let the dogs out?

I’ve finished my cereal, cleaned the bowl and spoon, and brushed my teeth again.

My room is cool (a/c and ceiling fan going) and dark. My white noise machine is on thunderstorm mode. My sheets are clean and cozy.

I will finish this post, turn off the last light and lay very still, hoping the Force or the sleep fairy or aliens will come and take me me to dream land.

In other words, I’ll be playing Cookie Jam Blast and scrolling Facebook again in about 20 minutes.

Goodnight everyone.

Sweet Dreams.

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