I've become incredibly restless at night. To the point that hubby sometimes takes refuge in the spare room.Mini rant incoming.
Kept waking up in the night.
Dreams that made no sense.
Woke up - needed a wee.
Slept a bit.
Woke up - mouth dry and wanted a drink of water.
Rinse, repeat.
Music soothes me so I put the radio on low and it was the bloody Bee Gees squawking in that unholy high pitched stupid falsetto that somebody told them sounded good.
What a f***ing row.
Grates on the nerves and puts the teeth on edge.
And the only one of 'em still living is a big headed git and makes me angry.
Aaaaaarrrrgggghhhh!
Thankfully once the shrill banshee noise had finished, the station played some soft music that sent me off to sleep.
Bloody bee gees. Bloody falsetto. Both shyte.
I seem to have a thing about pillows and keep waking up to find them on the other side of the bedroom. Which means I must sit up to throw them at least 15 feet across the room. One night I (allegedly)actually dragged them out from under hubby's head and launched them across the bedroom while he lay watching in disgust. You can see why he buggers off for some peace.
Then about 4 mornings ago we woke up to bare pillows. No pillowcases Apparently I got up about 4am, debagged all 4 pillows and got back in bed and straight to sleep again. I had a brief flashback of myself struggling with a pillow, but nothing else.
The thing is, with kids in the house I don't need to be doing batshit crazy stuff, so it's a bit concerning. But there's 'stuff' going on in work at the moment and I think when it blows over my mind will settle and the pillows will be safe once again.
But why is it all pillow focused? That's the puzzler. I've not changed to different pillows or anything to trigger it.
Oh well, first world problems eh? #freefredaspillows
Hope everyone is coping with their real problems.