Groundhog Day

I am an intermittent insomniac. At least I used to be. These days, I only have insomnia in moments of great emotional or physical distress.

During bouts of insomnia, it feels like living the same day over again. I remember one time,  I finally crashed after a day or two. I don’t remember how long I was asleep, but when I looked at the clock, it said 2:00. That was the time we had to go pick up our foster son… so I bound out of bed, turned on all the lights, and started to get dressed. About this point, my husband and dog start to wake up and are looking at me like I’m crazy. He opens the window, and it’s dark outside. It was 2:00 pm, it was 2:00 in the morning, and our foster son was in bed asleep.

Being a responsible adult with a day job often feels like ground hog day. I get up, I work out, get ready for work, and drive to work. My work day is pretty much the same day-to-day. I come home, and except on nights when we meet our DnD group, we do pretty much the same thing. And, bed to repeat the process the next day.

You know what? I love that my days are predictable. Ground hog day… isn’t so bad. Hell, it’s even fun.