Before you applaud my youth and vigor, I should clarify that I was not attending a wild party in my honor. As enticing as a celebratory evening of frivolity and merry-making might have been in my younger years, a perfect storm combination of middle-aged hormones, rich food and an unexpected case of existential angst are sadly the likely culprits in this particular episode of sleeplessness.
Insomnia and restless sleep are probably my least favorite party favor in this perimenopausal goody bag. Generally, a dose of antihistamine does the trick, but not this time. On our last night at the beach, from the time I crawled in bed at midnight until my 5:00 a.m. wake-up call the next morning, I could NOT sleep. Zilch. Nada. No sleeping whatsoever. While I often toss and turn when I have to get up particularly early, this was unprecedented. Consequently, I got out of bed on my 51st birthday completely exhausted and seriously pissed off as I anticipated the 5 hour drive home.
It was my birthday, I was sleepy and I had to leave the beach, my favorite place on earth. And the princess definitely deserved a good night of sleep on her birthday, especially if she has to leave the beach, am I right?
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