Sleep? What's that?

To say I've forgotten what a good night's sleep is like would be an understatement.

In the last couple of weeks, if I've gotten 4 hours a night, that's been a good night.

As much as I love my husband, I am just about ready to strangle him with my bare hands. He has always been a snorer, but lately, his snoring has gotten to levels that surely would register on the Richter Scale. Usually, if I'm already asleep, his snoring won't wake me. Falling asleep listening to it is another story. But lately, even if I am asleep, the snoring wakes me up. Combine that with his flipping, flopping and plopping around in bed------all while he's still happily sound asleep----and it makes for a very rough sleeping environment for me. I'm a light sleeper, so it admittedly doesn't take much to wake me. But I think his latest routine would wake up a person in a coma.

There are times when my cat and my child also conspire to keep me awake. Last night was no exception. I had made the mistake of drinking caffeine (which I rarely do) after dinner in an effort to stay awake for praise team practice at 8 p.m. When I came home at 9:45, I was buzzed. By 11 p.m., I felt like I could go to bed. So I did. Finally started to fall asleep around midnight, when my cat decides to pull his "this is my house, get off my porch" routine with our outdoor kitty. This involves scratching the carpet in front of the patio door to shreds, clawing the glass and making some sort of weird gutteral sound. This went on for 15 minutes before I had to get up and put a stop to it. Go back to bed. It is now 12:20 a.m. Takes me 20 minutes to even think of falling back to sleep. I'm no sooner back in happy land when I hear Connor, screaming "mommy, I can't find you? Where are you?" Usually, when he does this, he's not even awake. Not so this time. He was up, blanky in hand, tears in eyes, genuinely upset he couldn't find me. Getting him back to bed required 17 glasses of water and sitting in his rocking chair, staring at him until he fell asleep. Back to bed. It is now 2:15 a.m. And guess what? I can't sleep. So I've technically gotten about 45 minutes of sleep in the last 24 hours. I'm not sure if I plan to be Sleepy Dwarf or Grumpy Dwarf today, but if you happen to have the misfortune of running into me today, I apologize in advance. :)