Insomnia, My Old Friend

It's 1:30 am and I am wide awake. My old friend insomnia has come for a visit. I tried to fight it, tossing and turning in bed. But I learned long ago that at some point if I can't sleep it's best to get out of bed and do something else for a while before trying to sleep again. Otherwise I just end up getting mad that I can't sleep which makes it even less likely that I will sleep.

It's no surprise that I can't sleep considering we move in a week. My mind is racing with details. I've got most of the big things done now, like hiring movers, changing my utilities and my address at the post office. Although there is a slight snag with my cable/internet company which I'm hoping to resolve soon. It's one of those stupid bureaucratic things that have to do with our new address and how it looks in their computer system. In my view this is their problem not mine. But in their view it may delay the transfer of service. The thought of being without TV and internet sends me into a bit of a panic because it appears I'm totally addicted to my computer.

Tomorrow I've got to do some more shopping. Not the fun kind like shoe or jewelry shopping though. No, tomorrow I go shopping for wardrobes. We were lucky when we first moved here and found a place with lots of built in storage including wardrobes. But like many properties here in London, our new place has none. So I've got to go out and buy them. We've been in to do some measurements but I'm still unsure about exactly what size will fit in the new place. So for now I'm going to buy one just so that our clothes aren't all over the floor. Then once we get in with all our furniture I will figure out if we can fit a second one in our room. It's complicated, but I just don't want to buy something that doesn't end up fitting.

I was none too pleased to discover that my husband will require a larger wardrobe than I will. By some strange twist of fate, he actually has more clothes than I do. I know, it goes against all that is true in the world. What kind of wife am I who allows her husband to have more clothes than she does? The hubby is quick to point out that he has two separate sets of clothes. One for work which consists of suits and dress shirts, and an additional casual wardrobe. Since I no longer work outside the home, I only have one set of clothes. I now see that my one set is way too small. I must go shopping immediately to right this wrong!

But not this week because I've got too many things to do. Things that are rattling around in my head and keeping me awake.

I wish I could sleep!