I've slept horribly the past few days. Jason's taken up snoring/making odd noises in all positions he sleeps in. I try my damnedest in zening myself into sleep but it works for me. Instead, I end up tossing and turning while cursing Jason in his blissful sleep.
Last night he fell asleep within 5 minutes of turning on the t.v.. Me? While exhausted couldn't fall asleep. Around quarter of 2 I stumbled out to the couch for a feeble attempt at sleep. I woke up with noises coming from downstairs, meaning Brendan had woken up. As I crawled back into bed, Jason said he'd take the boys on a trip ending in a Dunkin Donuts run. Not a problem I mumbled, burrowing more into the bed covers. I thought, quite ignorantly, Jake would stay asleep for a bit longer.
Hearing footsteps in the living room, I heard the first pounding on the door by Jake. Everyone left. I was laying in bed with my fingers crossed my sleep deprived mind tricked me. No. The pounding started again. 6:48 am I was officially up for the day. I don't have the energy for this right now especially with a cross-country move quickly coming upon us.
I will be buying ear plugs before the trip starts. The thought of sleeping in a hotel room with multiple snoring voices makes me cringe. I'm not going to survive.
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