I have lost a skill I have had for 41 years: falling back to sleep. Something wakes me up, normally a feline or simply seeking a more comfortable position, and my mind is off to the races, dragging my oh-so-tired body along for the ride. As I lay there trying to convince my brain that worrying now about things that I can’t fix until it is light out is counterproductive, my mind seems to relax. I’m almost back to sleep when it picks up the trail of something else and then is off again.
Saturday night was one of those nights. I couldn’t turn off the brain. I really wish the power button was a lot more obvious … well, only if it truly were possible to turn it back on! (Thanks Under 30 CEO for this great representation!)
The clock seemed to be mocking me. There is no good reason I should ever see 2 AM on its digital display. I managed to get comfortable and in my head started to sing myself the lullaby, “Mockingbird.” I felt the first touches of sleep’s sweet embrace when my mind chimes in, “Wasn’t that song used in one of the Chuckie movies? We should check on the internet. Get up! Get up!”
[Author's note: After getting up hours later, I did some internet research, and my brain was wrong. "Mockingbird" wasn't the lullaby in question. It was "Ring around the Rosie" that appeared in the ad for Freddie versus Jason, not at all related to Chuckie, but who knows, he might have made a cameo. Obviously I've never seen that movie, but that trailer made a very faint impression that certainly stuck with me somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind.]
So after that fiasco I’d about had it with my brain, when into my flashed a sound bite of Samuel L. Jackson reading Go the F@#k to Sleep. It made me laugh and did help quiet things down up there.
When sleep finally had fallen, something cued the cats to start a round of Wrestle Mania in the living room. I could tell that Carmen wasn’t holding her own because she started growling: She is such a bad loser!
I did eventually get and stay asleep. The whole experience emphasized that I need a better strategy for coping with the all too frequent episodes of Brain Gone Wild happening in my skull.
Am I the only one that suffers from racing brain syndrome? What do other people do to fall back to sleep? or Isn’t Samuel L. Jackson’s voice spectacular?