There is an excellent reason that I have never been a morning person: For the majority of my adult life I have been an insomniac. Not because I want to be. Just because I am. Even as a teenager I remember lying awake and watching the minutes tick by on the clock beside my bed. Consequently, I have learned to use the wee hours of the night to be productive, or at least to read a good book.
Several months ago, I went and had my hormones tested. They found several things to fix and started me on a regimen of herbs and bio-identical progesterone, among other things. And almost immediately I was sleeping. Like, I could actually fall asleep a few minutes after my head hit the pillow, instead of listening to my husband sleep and being jealous that he actually could.
Suddenly, getting up early wasn't so difficult anymore. I don't think I'll ever be one of those people that just bounces out of bed at 5:00 am, but I could at least be nice and pleasant at 7:00. I also found myself wanting to go to bed earlier, and not staying up reading or doing dishes or surfing the internet until past midnight.
Unfortunately, I have become an insmoniac again the last few days. The other night I found myself lying awake, willing myself to just fall asleep, while music from Fiddler on the Roof played over and over in my mind. It happened again last night, and I really hope that's it.
I think I was actually taking my newfound sleep for granted. I didn't realize what a major change happened in me. Besides sleeping, I have just plain been nicer to be around. (And I definitely mean that sometimes I don't like being around myself, and the last few months it hasn't been so bad.) But yesterday and today, I have been a total crank. I have felt horrible. And I just can't believe that I have felt like this for so long. Wow. And I know I did, too, because that's the thing that finally made me go get my hormones checked.
I'm thinking it's time to get a job as a napper.
Oh wait, I already have that job. Better start doing it.