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Another Sleepless Night

Some people get out of their beds happy. Sometimes I bounce out, barely hitting the floor, I am so excited. Today was not one of those days. I had gone to bed too early knowing I would be paying for it. And I did. Because I woke up like a shot at 2:17 a.m., thinking it was morning and it sort of was. Just not the “right” morning. When I tried to go back to bed at 5:16, I knew it was a mistake. I would have to get up in less than an hour, and it might take forty-minutes to go back to sleep. Crumble! Drumble! Grumble! Shumble! Mumble! Lumble! How many times do I do this? When will I learn? Apparently never.

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 11/6/2018 11:10:00 AM

Oh I hate waking up early, too. It happens far too often; they're so inopportune. A good pen though.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/6/2018 11:15:00 AM

Thank you M.L. sleeping and not sleeping are prevalent in my life right now.

Rhona Mcferran

Date: 11/3/2018 1:33:00 PM

Oh! I have this problem, too sometimes... and your poem is a perfect description!!! "Crumble! Drumble! Grumble! Shumble! Mumble! Lumble!" ;D LOVE it! (although, I hope you have a better night tonight!)

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/3/2018 6:59:00 PM

I drove a car 7 hours today so yes I hope so too!

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 11/3/2018 7:48:00 AM

I had one of those sleepless nights night before last. I’ve come to realize they happen from time to time and there is nothing you can do about them. Hate when I have something important to do when it does happen. Oh the woes of aging!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/3/2018 7:01:00 PM

And of course what do I do? Pick up my daughter today at 5:48 a.m., drive to Iowa to visit my mother, and my sister, and my cousin, and the church ladies, which is a 3.5 hour drive each way. I am happy to report I finally gave up the ghost 36 miles from home, and my daughter drove to her house. I should sleep tonight.