The last month I have been sabotaging myself in my sleep, and for the life of me I can't figure out why. Maybe I have split personalities that don't like each other? I am stressed, that is definite, but the things I do? can only be described as odd.
Incident number 1: I woke up dying of thirst and was sitting in bed drinking a gatorade- I SWEAR I drank it all and threw it into my pile of gatorade bottles by the bed- NOPE I: a) didn't drink it all and b) threw it into the middle of the bed where it proceeded to drench my bed. I wake up SOAKED in gatorade, and the only other sheet in the house that fits my thick mattress is on my daughter's full sized bed. I stripped the bed and slept with a throw blanket.
Incident numero dos: I wake up sitting straight up in bed pouring gatorade over my head. WTF me? That's not the least bit amusing.
And three: Last night, I again woke up in a puddle, this time the puddle is beside me on the side of my bed and it poured on my laptop (which survived the incident thank God), and on the strap of my Vera Bradley purse. Luckily YAY! Vera Bradley for your colourful designs, the gatorade didn't even show up. I had to get up at 5 AM to wash my sheets (AGAIN!!! AH!). I again slept on a naked bed with a throw blanket.
WTF is going on with me? Or more accurately WTF is going on with me and gatorade? Gib comes in and sees the stripped down bed and rolls his eyes at me. As if I am CONSCIOUSLY doing this to myself.
So, really me? ENOUGH. I need my sleep and I also need to not drown. Am I asking so much?