Tonight, after a full-ish day of work (though I got to leave early, yay!), I decided to crash on the couch with mindless TV in the background and my laptop staring me in the face. A few hours later, the Internet had brought me a really interesting article about Meryl Streep (♥), another article about the intersection of faith and a modelling career, a blog post examining why the question, "So, how big is your church?" is probably not ideal, some links to pricey but nice-looking make-up at Sephora, and a final blog post in which the author used the term "Full-Body Malaise" - a phrase I am now officially adopting for excessive use on this blog and in real life. Oh, how beautifully these three little words sum up how I'm feeling tonight.
That, people, is why I love the Internet.
(In other random news: I have known for a while that I have an extreme aversion to clipping my nails, but I just discovered that I also have an even more extreme aversion to other people clipping their nails in my presence. The sound, the sound! Is it strange that it took over three years of marriage to discover this?)
P.S. Just because I love you, and we are on the topic of The Wonders of the Internet, I bring you this genius video. I'm not sure if it was actually staged or truly impromptu, but in any case, it makes me smile. Enjoy! xo
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Letters from an Insomniac (I)
So, it's 4 am and guess who can't sleep. (Shhh, don't tell Wilson, or he'll tell me to take the melatonin he just bought for me).
I've always been a "problem sleeper" - just ask my poor parents who were severely sleep-deprived until I finally started sleeping through the night, after I started attending kindergarten. The natural rhythm for my body is to fall asleep around 2 am, and wake up around 11 am. Sadly, the rest of the world got a different memo and consequently such a schedule is not super-compatible with normal human activities, such as daytime work hours and Sunday morning church services.
Thus, I find myself in the unenviable predicament of having to maintain a strict bedtime in order to have some semblance of a normal schedule. Once I allow myself to stay up later than, say, 1 am for more than two days in a row (or maybe in a week), it's pretty much all over. My body, sensing what seems to be a return to the (un)natural pattern it so desperately craves, immediately latches on to the late bedtime and refuses to let me fall asleep at a reasonable hour. This goes on for about a week, until I am finally able to establish a "normal" routine again. And woe betide me if I should have another late night!
The problem is, I am not nearly as disciplined as I should be about getting to bed by midnight (my target for a solid 9 hours of sleep per night). And frankly, if I've been delinquent about sticking to my highly inflexible bedtime, I deserve to have insomnia issues. But my random bouts of insomnia do not always correspond to poor sleep habits. And that is pretty annoying, to say the least.
Sometimes I know it's because I have things on my mind. Not necessarily important or weighty matters, mind you. It could be something as simple as the week's meal plans, or how I'm thinking of re-arranging the walk-in closet (thrilling, I know). It could be a book I read, movie I watched, or conversation I had. Basically, anything that happened while I was alive and conscious during the day. As you can imagine, this makes for a frustrating situation in which I lie in bed, tired and wanting to fall asleep, but unable to turn off my brain. I try to think of relaxing things, sing to myself (in my head, not out loud), repeat Scripture I've memorized, or focus on the feeling of relaxation/lying down/the softness of the sheets, etc. Sometimes I even think about getting up to tackle unpleasant cleaning tasks as a way of proving how tired I am (as if that was ever in question). These inner conversations usually begin well enough: Don't want to get up? The thought of mopping the floor makes you feel like closing your eyes and snuggling under the covers? Good. Guess you're tired after all, huh. Unfortunately, they often end with: So WHY WON'T YOU SLEEP?!?!
Let me tell you, there aren't too many things worse than a mounting frustration at your inability to fall asleep while you lie in your bed fully exhausted and yet wide awake.
Other times, I can't even pinpoint a cause of my insomnia. I'm not stressed out, not thinking about anything in particular, but for whatever reason sleep still eludes me. (This is what is happening now, in case you were wondering). The most annoying situation, however, is when I can't sleep because I'm overtired. I mean, come on, are you kidding me? I don't really know how to explain this, other than to say that my father has experienced the same phenomenon, and we are both fairly stumped as to why our bodies sometimes respond to extreme fatigue with the refusal to shut down properly. Isn't rest in a dark room on a comfortable bed exactly what they were craving? Haven't they heard about the benefits of delayed gratification?
(This has turned into quite the little essay on insomnia, which was not my original intent. What can I say? You can't really blame an occasional insomniac for their ramblings at 4 in the morning.)
Do you think Wilson is right - should I cave to the melatonin? I really have an aversion to taking medication, although I certainly will if the circumstances are right. On the flipside, I really have an affinity for falling asleep and waking up nine hours later, feeling refreshed.
It's just that I've always thought that these little bouts of sleeplessness are simply obstacles to get through, and nothing to get all worked up about. I mean yeah, it really sucks when you need to get up for work/an appointment/life in general and you know you're going to get only 4 -5 hours of sleep beforehand, if you're lucky. But what are you going to do? You just admit defeat, get up and engage in a tiring activity (reading and surfing the net are my favourites, because they tend to tire the eyes and can numb the brain too, depending on the content), and if that isn't effective after a couple hours, you admit total defeat and embrace the all-nighter by doing something productive. Or possibly curling up on the couch and watching five consecutive episodes of The Office. Whatever, I won't judge.
The point is, I've always assumed "natural" methods are sufficient to cope with my sleep issues. But now, after three occurrences in five days, I am wondering if my husband has a point.
I've always been a "problem sleeper" - just ask my poor parents who were severely sleep-deprived until I finally started sleeping through the night, after I started attending kindergarten. The natural rhythm for my body is to fall asleep around 2 am, and wake up around 11 am. Sadly, the rest of the world got a different memo and consequently such a schedule is not super-compatible with normal human activities, such as daytime work hours and Sunday morning church services.
Thus, I find myself in the unenviable predicament of having to maintain a strict bedtime in order to have some semblance of a normal schedule. Once I allow myself to stay up later than, say, 1 am for more than two days in a row (or maybe in a week), it's pretty much all over. My body, sensing what seems to be a return to the (un)natural pattern it so desperately craves, immediately latches on to the late bedtime and refuses to let me fall asleep at a reasonable hour. This goes on for about a week, until I am finally able to establish a "normal" routine again. And woe betide me if I should have another late night!
The problem is, I am not nearly as disciplined as I should be about getting to bed by midnight (my target for a solid 9 hours of sleep per night). And frankly, if I've been delinquent about sticking to my highly inflexible bedtime, I deserve to have insomnia issues. But my random bouts of insomnia do not always correspond to poor sleep habits. And that is pretty annoying, to say the least.
Sometimes I know it's because I have things on my mind. Not necessarily important or weighty matters, mind you. It could be something as simple as the week's meal plans, or how I'm thinking of re-arranging the walk-in closet (thrilling, I know). It could be a book I read, movie I watched, or conversation I had. Basically, anything that happened while I was alive and conscious during the day. As you can imagine, this makes for a frustrating situation in which I lie in bed, tired and wanting to fall asleep, but unable to turn off my brain. I try to think of relaxing things, sing to myself (in my head, not out loud), repeat Scripture I've memorized, or focus on the feeling of relaxation/lying down/the softness of the sheets, etc. Sometimes I even think about getting up to tackle unpleasant cleaning tasks as a way of proving how tired I am (as if that was ever in question). These inner conversations usually begin well enough: Don't want to get up? The thought of mopping the floor makes you feel like closing your eyes and snuggling under the covers? Good. Guess you're tired after all, huh. Unfortunately, they often end with: So WHY WON'T YOU SLEEP?!?!
Let me tell you, there aren't too many things worse than a mounting frustration at your inability to fall asleep while you lie in your bed fully exhausted and yet wide awake.
Other times, I can't even pinpoint a cause of my insomnia. I'm not stressed out, not thinking about anything in particular, but for whatever reason sleep still eludes me. (This is what is happening now, in case you were wondering). The most annoying situation, however, is when I can't sleep because I'm overtired. I mean, come on, are you kidding me? I don't really know how to explain this, other than to say that my father has experienced the same phenomenon, and we are both fairly stumped as to why our bodies sometimes respond to extreme fatigue with the refusal to shut down properly. Isn't rest in a dark room on a comfortable bed exactly what they were craving? Haven't they heard about the benefits of delayed gratification?
(This has turned into quite the little essay on insomnia, which was not my original intent. What can I say? You can't really blame an occasional insomniac for their ramblings at 4 in the morning.)
Do you think Wilson is right - should I cave to the melatonin? I really have an aversion to taking medication, although I certainly will if the circumstances are right. On the flipside, I really have an affinity for falling asleep and waking up nine hours later, feeling refreshed.
It's just that I've always thought that these little bouts of sleeplessness are simply obstacles to get through, and nothing to get all worked up about. I mean yeah, it really sucks when you need to get up for work/an appointment/life in general and you know you're going to get only 4 -5 hours of sleep beforehand, if you're lucky. But what are you going to do? You just admit defeat, get up and engage in a tiring activity (reading and surfing the net are my favourites, because they tend to tire the eyes and can numb the brain too, depending on the content), and if that isn't effective after a couple hours, you admit total defeat and embrace the all-nighter by doing something productive. Or possibly curling up on the couch and watching five consecutive episodes of The Office. Whatever, I won't judge.
The point is, I've always assumed "natural" methods are sufficient to cope with my sleep issues. But now, after three occurrences in five days, I am wondering if my husband has a point.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
From Florida to Flurries
To February. Wow, seriously? Over a month since my last post?!
To be fair, we were off in Florida and the Western Caribbean for a good chunk of January. I had intended to post a full vacation recap once we returned to snowy Toronto (which is, sadly, no longer snowy). Of course, I also intended to clean the apartment from top to bottom, fully unpack within a few days of coming home, organize my photos from the trip/order prints, and finish my book club novel. Three guesses as to how all that turned out...
But onwards and upwards, as one of my mom's friends always used to say. The trip? It was at once fabulous, not what I was expecting, tiring, and full of great moments and "firsts" that I will not soon forget. I actually feel like I learned a lot about myself over the two weeks we were away, and I think part of my delinquency in posting here about it all was because I was still processing everything. As for photos, I have only gone through about a third of the ones we took and I'm still waiting for some from the friends with whom we travelled, so once I get my act together (and carve out a few hours over the coming weeks) I will post a more extensive sample here and a link to the complete set on Facebook or Flickr. (As an aside, I wonder if I still remember my Flickr password...)
As wonderful as the trip was (two days in Miami, a day in Everglades City, a week-long Caribbean cruise, and four days in Orlando), and it was wonderful, I think both Wilson and I have a preference for shorter trips - both in distance and time. Two weeks is a fantastic break from the daily grind, but it's also a long time to be away from home, and by our last couple days in Orlando we were both happy at the thought of coming back.
So now it's business as usual around here, or as usual as life ever is for us! I have to confess there's a certain comfort of the normal weekly tasks that I need to do (cooking, laundry, workouts, church activities, etc.). But just give it a few months - I'm sure I'll be longing for the luxuries of room service, relaxing on the beach, and mid-afternoon naps in no time.
To be fair, we were off in Florida and the Western Caribbean for a good chunk of January. I had intended to post a full vacation recap once we returned to snowy Toronto (which is, sadly, no longer snowy). Of course, I also intended to clean the apartment from top to bottom, fully unpack within a few days of coming home, organize my photos from the trip/order prints, and finish my book club novel. Three guesses as to how all that turned out...
But onwards and upwards, as one of my mom's friends always used to say. The trip? It was at once fabulous, not what I was expecting, tiring, and full of great moments and "firsts" that I will not soon forget. I actually feel like I learned a lot about myself over the two weeks we were away, and I think part of my delinquency in posting here about it all was because I was still processing everything. As for photos, I have only gone through about a third of the ones we took and I'm still waiting for some from the friends with whom we travelled, so once I get my act together (and carve out a few hours over the coming weeks) I will post a more extensive sample here and a link to the complete set on Facebook or Flickr. (As an aside, I wonder if I still remember my Flickr password...)
So now it's business as usual around here, or as usual as life ever is for us! I have to confess there's a certain comfort of the normal weekly tasks that I need to do (cooking, laundry, workouts, church activities, etc.). But just give it a few months - I'm sure I'll be longing for the luxuries of room service, relaxing on the beach, and mid-afternoon naps in no time.
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