Can't sleep, clowns will eat me-Simpsons

 I have occasional insomnia bouts. The past couple of days have not been restful. I know pretty much when it is going to take a while to get back to sleep. I get up and grab my go to, which is a glass of slightly warmed milk. I stay off electronics and either plan out the day to come or read a book or outline something.

 

Eventually I will feel my body relax and I know I am ready for bed again.

 

I know I am not alone in this problem. It has apparently increased since the pandemic. It robs one of the alertness one might need the next day. 

 

Right now, I feel awake but not full of energy that I get from a good sleep. I will have to pull it from somewhere because I have a lot to do today both inside and outside the house including a trip to the bank. Not the bank’s fault, but these trips are getting tiresome. It has to do with the Medicaid application yet again.

 

Yes, that’s right. We are starting all over again with Medicaid. The first set of papers I must gather are easier than what I am going to have to find later as the demands grow. I have people in my corner helping me with this. These papers won’t be looked at for months as there is a backlog of paperwork at the Social Service Office.

 

At least the first part is much easier than it was last year. Some of the paperwork I had to fight tooth and nail for is the paperwork I have in hand. 

 

It doesn’t seem to stop. I feel like I am in a room of spinning plates on sticks and once I have one going at a good rate and everything seems stable, I see a plate wobbling and I go deal with that. 

 

Overall, right now, I am in neutral getting ready to put myself in drive. I must remember to breath and take some time for myself away from the plates. I did get a lot done on my list but there is always more to do. Right now, the list feels balanced, which it hasn’t in a long time.

 

I am grateful for the plates in the air that keep spinning.