I am fed up with it. Every morning I awake feeling worse than I did the night before when I reclined and rested my head upon my blessed pillow.
The dreams won't leave me alone.
I can't call them nightmares. I don't awaken full of fear, dread, or even unease. But I awaken. Multiple times. I toss and turn. I probably even make noise. My wife is tossing and turning as well. At least she has a good excuse, right? I don't. I wish I did though. Every day I go into work (because these days calling it school really seems a misnomer) and field the questions. Rough night? Yep. Girls not sleep well? They slept fine. What happened then? I don't know. I DON'T KNOW!
I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED SO STOP ASKING ME!
I feel like I have been strained through someone's bowels. A headache that is unrelenting, even when it is nothing more than a dull throb behind my eyes, refuses to let me go. He and I have become good, close friends over the past few days. But I wish he would go. I don't need him around, and he is just wrecking the party these days. I have even tried leaving the door open, but he isn't taking the hint.
I try to move, to be active during the day. As much as desk monkey work will let you be. I make sure I get at least a half an hour of activity in a day. But it isn't helping. And I grow weary.
Soon it will be time to rest again. And I hate it.