Oh, sleep, you fickle mistress.

I am attempting to wean myself off sleep aids this week. Except for melatonin, which I’m trying to wean myself, uh, on, so to speak, although I’m not sure that’s really doing anything. So it’s been going about as well as to be expected, which means maybe four hours of sleep a night. Hello, walking zombie.

It’s not that I don’t want to sleep. I love sleep! Naps are wonderful and I wish I could have them everyday!

But at night… I can’t seem to shut off my brain.

My “sleep hygiene” is terrible. I’m like Oscar the Grouch, living grumpily in my new soft bed with all the electronics ever and playing videos all night because who can bear utter silence. And snacks, because the gremlins must be fed at midnight.

Because in the silence, the brain decides it’s time to entertain itself and put on a show since there are no distractions.

Right now, I need distractions.

But also, I need more than four hours of sleep a night.

I just want to stop feeling tired all the time.