If kidney stones weren't enough to deal with this week, I have had to deal with sleep deprivation as well. I haven't slept much. Part of it has to do with the fact that, no matter how tired my body is, my mind hasn't wanted to shut down at night. I'll stay up working on blog designs so I can submit my blog design site to search engines with some designs actually on it (might make it a little easier to sell the designs, LOL). Then I lay awake thinking of how to fix certain padding and margin issues. (Why does it never fail that, if a design looks perfect in Firefox, Opera, Chrome, and Safari, it looks like absolute crap in IE?)The other big cause of my insomnia is my dogs. For the last week, they refuse to stay still at night. During the day, they'll sleep for hours on end without budging, but the minute it's time for Mommy to go to sleep, they suddenly get infected by wiggle worms. Bailey gets up and down all night long to bark at every cat's meow and every shutting car door outside. That would be fine if (a) he didn't bark and just got up and down and (b) he didn't nudge me every time he got back on the bed to let him under the covers.
Bella, in contrast, doesn't get up to bark. She gets up to drink water. However, she won't just get up and get it. No, first, she has to sit on the edge of the bed, stare at the floor, and cry. That's her cue for me to get up and bring her the water. If I don't do it, she will eventually circle the bed and cry some more. Finally, when Mommy pulls the covers over her head, she will use the doggy steps, get down, and drink for what seems like forever. Unlike Bailey, Bella won't go back up the stairs on her own. She has to wait until I say, "One, two, three, up." (Somehow I can train her to do that and to jump in the tub on command, but I can't train her to stop peeing inside.) Thus, she will either walk around to my side of the bed and cry when she's through or, if I'm asleep, just sleep on the floor or on her dog bed.
Last night, I took a Benadryl to try to knock me out, and it still took me forever to fall asleep. I would love to go back to bed now and sleep the rest of the day, but I doubt that I could. Even if could manage to fall asleep, my real estate agent would probably just call five minutes after I entered the REM stage and tell me another agent was standing on my front porch waiting to come in.
