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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Kiser Avatar
November 6, 2018 at 11:10 AM
Oh I hate waking up early, too. It happens far too often; they're so inopportune. A good pen though.
Krutsinger Avatar
November 6, 2018 at 11:15 AM
Thank you M.L. sleeping and not sleeping are prevalent in my life right now.
Mcferran Avatar
November 3, 2018 at 1:33 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!)
Krutsinger Avatar
November 3, 2018 at 6:59 PM
I drove a car 7 hours today so yes I hope so too!
Rodrigues Avatar
November 3, 2018 at 7:48 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!
Krutsinger Avatar
November 3, 2018 at 7:01 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.
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