Last night went as expected: I couldn't sleep.
I finally dozed off around midnight, which isn't so bad.
But then I was suddenly awaken at 3 AM by what sounded like a mirror shattering.
It was loud and terrifying.
And it was only a dream.
But of course, I couldn't go back to sleep.
For some reason, when I'm suddenly awakened, I see spiders everywhere. It just lasts a few seconds, but it's enough to get my heart pounding. Brett hates this, because I usually scream. What? It's terrifying to wake up to spiders crawling all over you.
Last night it wasn't spiders. It was a scorpion. After I saw a brief glance, I could swear it was real. I turned on the lights. I searched the blankets. I searched the closet. I searched my shoes. I looked in the garbage can in the bathroom.
All of this was enough to keep me wide awake for a good two hours. Every sound I heard was a scorpion scudding into bed with me. Every hairy leg scratch against the sheets was IT'S hairy leg, not mine. It was not restful.
And then Cohen came in around 6:30 due to a nightmare of his own. I could really sympathize, so he got to sleep in bed with me.
Pretty sure he has restless leg syndrome.
So today I am counting down the minutes to 11 when I know Chloe will start walking around like a drunk sailor on a ship a midst a hurricane. It's cute. 19 more minutes...