For the past few weeks, I’ve woken up a few minutes before 4 o’clock every night. Each time I think, “Not again”, then the day’s/week’s contantly-running-song starts to play. (Originally the theme song to ‘Community’, now it’s the soundtrack from my kids’ videos.) Then – and this is the most fun – comes the irrational thoughts and subsequent panic. I won’t go into it, but it usually involves something going horribly wrong at work or remembering something that desperately needs to be done that may or may not be real. It is blessedly short – maybe just a couple of minutes – but holy cow it is annoying. Rational me and irrational me have a little argument before I can get back to sleep.
I.M. “You forgot to buy groceries for the pope!”
R.M. “No you didn’t. We’re not even catholic.”
I.M. “But I said we’d make him a pie!”
R.M. “Go. To. Sleep.”
I.M. “….. but, the pie…..”