Dear Insomnia,
I told you we were through.
I have found a new partner, his name is sleep,
I love him, and his company I plan to keep.
He makes me happy,
You made me nothing but miserable,
Not to mention the black bags under my eyes,
That not even cucumber slices would erase.
When I broke up with you, I told you to stay away.
You got in the middle of me and sleep,
Why do you think you need to stay?
Insomnia, our relationship was only a fling,
The restraining order is in the mail.
I just hired a bodyguard,
His name is Zzzzquil.
A beautiful night, I have been promised.
Now if you will excuse me, I have a date
Bri K.

OK, granted I know it doesn’t rhyme, or maybe even make total sense. This is what happens when the coyote gets less than 2 hours sleep in a 48 hour period.

I often will just get up and write on my computer… Unfortunately for you, I felt like sharing it this time, more or less so I remember to save it to fix it at another time. That whole advice thing of “if you can’t sleep, get out of bed and start doing something to make you sleepy” is for the birds. It doesn’t work for me.

Anyone else have ideas to combat insomnia? I am not comfortable with taking meds to sleep, so other ways besides this Zzzquil are welcomed! Post your methods in the comments section below.
In the meantime, have a listen to one of my favorite Blue’s men singing a song about the subject.


Bri K is a mom and grandmother, enjoying the next chapter of her life on the mission of leveling up after 50! Bri doesn't believe that once you hit a certain age or become a grandmother, your likes, hobbies, or lifestyle have to change. "You don't stop living because your kids grew up!"

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