Have you ever heard of ‘Sunday nightitus’? Well I am suffering with it a lot at the moment. I like to call in ‘Sunday nightitus’ but this affliction can sometimes happen on other nights too.
It hasn’t happened to me for a very long time. When I was working BC(before children), it was quite common, especially after holidays or prolonged time off work for whatever reason. This time it is happening every week.
Sunday night, I spend a couple of hours in front of the computer or the iPad. I stop work around nine thirty and I spend a half an hour or so watching something rubbish on the TV or catch up with a bit of reading. Usually I go to bed around ten or maybe ten thirty if I am feeling really rebellious and that is when this affliction strikes. I sink into bed, snuggle under the duvet and I can not get to sleep.
I try to get comfortable. I can’t. I wriggle and jiggle around and drive my husband mad (although I do see this in some small way as revenge for the many nights I have lay listening to his snoring!). However hard I try and however tired I feel, I cannot sleep. I close my eyes only for them to ping open again a few seconds later when some thought of something I have forgotten to do pops into my head. It is a nightmare.
I have tried to finish the screen work earlier. I have tried reading. I have tried drinking caffeine free tea. I have even tried counting sheep. All to no avail. When I have work on a Monday I cannot sleep on a Sunday night.
By about two o’clock I realise that this is not going to happen, so I just tell myself that I need to rest and relax and that is better than nothing. Usually at some point I go and fetch A who always seems to end up in her bed at some point during the night. If I haven’t dropped off by five, I usually get up and catch up with emails and blog stuff as I figure I may as well use some of my enforced awake time productively.
Amazingly even without sleep, I do survive Monday but somewhere around three o’ clock in the afternoon, an overwhelming feeling of tiredness hits me like a speeding train. Thankfully, I never work on a Tuesday and I can always guarantee a very good night’s sleep on a Monday.
Hopefully, as work continues, I am hoping that I will end up being so tired that I will be ‘cured’ of Sunday nightitus and failing that maybe one of you have experienced this and have found the cure. Giving up work; as one helpful friend suggested, sadly is not an option at this stage.