Last night I had the best night sleep since I left my in-laws. That means I slept for at least 8 hours straight and did not wake up. Let me back up. We are sleeping on a blow up mattress on the floor in our new house. I think I have it bad but the girls are sleeping on camping mats on bamboo floors and they haven't complained yet. But I am not fond of the blow up mattress even though we bought an egg crate and put it on top and found some nice bedding and threw that in the mix as well.
Sleep is very important to me. If I don't sleep well I start to get anxious. Anxious while driving the car, anxious in crowds, anxious in the house, anxious outside of the house and if the sleeplessness continues then I get panicky.
I'm well aware that I could take medication for all of the above and sometimes I do. I know I spent most of my 20's and part of my 30's self medicating for a myriad of physiological symptoms that I self diagnosed with the help of my very bestest friends. Right now however I choose to grin and bear it and so last night was a high point in a week of setbacks, sobs and chagrin. And adventure.
We are opening a bottle of champagne when the movers show up.