Sleep has been an issue for me lately. I wake up around 2:00 AM and have trouble going back to sleep. No matter how late I go to bed, how tired I am when I go to sleep, I seem to have the internal get up at 2:00 AM thing happening.
So, to make a long story short, I am now the proud owner of a bottle of sleeping pills. I asked for about 5 (The apple doesn't fall far from the tree), and got 30. My thought was that if my body could sleep the entire night a couple of nights, it would remember that it doesn't need to wake up at 2:00 AM. With the sleeping pills, came about 3 prescriptions for my back. (In true Mom fashion, I am telling Jason, I am not going to fill the pain pills, he looks at me and tells me he is going to write it anyway. I didn't ask if I could split a pill, so maybe there is hope for me after all.)
I did sleep better thanks to modern science. But the funniest thing to me is that he told me to take them when I was in the bed. He said if you take them downstairs, you are going to sleep downstairs. When Zach was little, we were at Mom's and he was running a fever or something. I gave him some Tylenol. I made him get in Mom's bed because I told him that "As soon as you take this, you are going to be very sleepy and will go right to sleep so we had better get in the bed now." Mom is rolling on the floor laughing at me. She would get a kick out of Jason's "instructions".
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