I love friends who know me well enough to provide a swift kick when I need one, sometimes with a knowing giggle. I’ve got a few relentless jokesters in my life, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything. (Well, maybe a cookie, today I’ve got a hankering for a cookie and I’m not gonna lie – I might trade a friend for warm chocolate chip treat.)
I don’t know why, but I cannot get a good night’s sleep to save my soul. I’m doing all of the ‘usuals’ – exercise, fresh air, eating well – heck – most of the things on my “Top 13” list. But still? Sleep eludes me. Time of life? Hormonal? Maybe. I dunno but it’s beginning to be a pattern and I’m cranky about it.
I sought comfort and commiseration yesterday from one of the aforementioned jokester/girlfriends – one who typically possesses abundant wisdom, but she decided to offer sassy humor instead of an actionable suggestion.
Contextual note to you, dear reader: When I’m tired, humor hits me one of two ways – no middle ground. I either collapse in a heap, overcome with giggles – so much so that bystanders might think I’d been nipping at the cooking sherry (whatever that is) OR I become teary/angry, lamenting that ‘no one understands me‘. This time? My funny friend managed to rattle a chortle out of me. A pleasant, restorative chortle. No tears or angst.
Her pithy offering? Something she spied on Pinterest and saved – just to share with me, because she said, “You’ve become a whiner about not sleeping well and I thought of you when I read this.”
Huh! You mean I might be award-worthy for making it through the day, sans nap? I like it. Yes, that’s me. I pulled an ‘all-dayer’ yesterday and I might do so today. We shall see.
Since this charming anecdote was passed to me, I hereby honor you with the same recognition. All-Dayers United…but just the same…if I fall asleep in my soup later, don’t judge me.
Vicki 😎
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