Insomnia

It’s just gone 5am and I’ve been awake for nearly 3 hours. This isn’t the first time this week, but it is the first time I gave up the tossing the turning for more constructive activities. It seems Insomnia has come a-calling.

I don’t often have a problem with Sleep – we get on famously. For me to be at my best, 10 hours a night is almost mandatory. Don’t get me wrong, I can function perfectly well on 7 or 8 hours, but 10 is gravy.

So I’m figuring that Stress is giving Sleep the old heave ho. Instead of being well rested to handle Stress during what is becoming a normal (stress-filled and hectically busy) work day, I’m up half the night trying to tell Stress that I’ll deal with it in a few hours. It’s not listening and I get the sense that it’s taking perverse pleasure in watching me squirm.

I’m taking preventative measures, like going to bed as late as I can manage, cos by 7pm I’m pretty exhausted, and reading my book until I just can’t keep my eyes open. But usually less than 5 hours later, I’m wide awake. Having nothing to do before going to work, I lie quietly in bed until it’s time to get up. Then I work a 10-hour day in the hopes that I’ll be tired enough to sleep through the night, but it’s just not happening.

Thankfully I’ve discovered McNabs energy tablets, which work wonders for me (although I know they don’t have the same effect on everyone). In my increasingly bleary state of mind, I figure these little sachets are going to be the only thing that keep me from driving my (in great need of a service) car off a bridge. That and a regular intake of Seattle grande cappucino from the garage shop on the way to work before 6am.

It’s now a little before 6am (on a frikking Sunday) and I’m going to see if I can catch another hour or so of shut eye. Wish me luck.

Pressies

Baby sis got back from a 10-day holiday in London and brought me pressies! I’m not usually so materialistic, but I love gifts from exotic places that I hardly ever get to visit. And she has a knack for buying just the right things.

One of my favourite things in my goodie bag was a bottle of Fairy dishwashing liquid. When I was in England 2 years ago, it was one of things I wanted to bring back with me, but felt too stupid to actually lug bottles of cleaning product half way around the world.

The fascination? I guess it’s that it’s called Fairy. I mean, come on, who wouldn’t want to wash dishes with a product so magically named? I couldn’t wait to get home and squeeze the purple liquid (with Olay moisturiser) under the jet of the hot water tap and scrub the dishes.

Can you imagine if someone produced Unicorn toilet cleaner, or Centaur window washing spray, or Dragon tile cleaner? My house would never be dirty. I’d be cleaning all the time and looking forward to it, imagining I was a Harry Potter character, coating the toilet bowl with magical properties of Unicorn, making my toilet impervious to attacks from Dementors.

Another gift was some Winnie-the-Pooh stationery. But it caused a bit of confusion when I read the label.

Although I was pretty sure it was stationery, I saw the word tampon and couldn’t quite marry up what my eyes were seeing and what I was reading.

My mind was working over time. Novelty tampons? That could make someone a lot of money. I’ve already proven that a grown woman without any children will buy Winnie-the-Pooh plasters, for a few bucks more than regular plasters, regardless of the fact that I need 2 plasters to cover a cut on my finger because they’re made for kids.

So why not endorse hygiene products with cartoon characters? Why not Spiderman condoms, or Hello Kitty tampons – seems so perfect I can’t imagine that I’m the first person to think of that. Even Hello Kitty condoms are appropriate. Ok, moving on before I this post goes completely downhill.

So, that’s my genius idea. I’m sure someone knows a way to make him or her self rich off of it.