Morning

It's 5.20am and I've been up for nearly an hour. Last night I went to a preschool committee meeting. I got home at about 10.30 and went straight to bed where, when I closed my eyes, strange colours and shapes raced towards me so I felt like I was playing some sort of blurry computer driving game. I tried to grab hold and stop and keep still, but they kept coming. I wanted to get up and chill out a bit before trying to sleep, but I was so tired...

So I fell asleep and dreamed about meetings and teachers and other people's children and days out (we're going to a farm next month) and the new play flooring stuff and the fake grass that won't get muddy. I tossed and turned and wasn't sure whether I was really asleep or still back at the meeting.

This always happens when I have a night out (yes, even one as unexciting as a committe meeting). I dream that I'm back there, sometimes in my pyjamas, sometimes trying to sleep while everyone else has fun. (Usually the more I drink, the worse it is, but last night I only had a cup of tea.)

At 4-ish I woke up, still tired from all that dreaming, and started to think about a particular bill I have to pay before a particular date and which I can't (particularly) "swing". Of course, I forgot that when I find myself worrying about money, I should think positive money affirmations instead and so got up to answer emails (which always makes me feel more in control) and read Dalai Mama (which always makes me feel better about everything).

Now I'm fairly relaxed and still tired, but is there any point in going back to bed at 5.30?

[Phenomenal picture of the sun rising behind a dandelion seed head by dawn passion on flickr. Appropriate, since I currently feel like bits of me are flying off in all directions!]

Comments

[charlotte]

Hi Keris
Wonder if you could get in touch with me quite urgently - you might be able to help me out with a story I am doing. Charlotte.spratt@the-sun.co.uk

[Zoe]

Hope you're not too tired, I tend to do this a bit, but only when I've been drinking - however, the other day it was Aidans birthday party and I fell asleep like I was still there. Oh the horror - 32 five year olds, pass the parcel and musical bumps!!!

Hope you have sweet dreams tonight,
Z