Finally! It has a name! Kind of a boring, predictable name I'll admit, but still - it means I'm not the only one who has it. Sunday Night Insomnia!
I'm quite an organized person and our life here in the Expat household is fairly predictable, so it's never as if Monday morning is going to bring a scary new experience. That doesn't stop me looking at the clock every ten minutes for the first three hours in bed on a Sunday night. I could understand if I were starting a new job, preparing to scale the west face of Everest or even driving to somewhere I'd never been before but no. Nothing.
I have to admit though, sleep is not my forté. I was an insomniac child, weeping silently when I realized my parents had gone to bed and I was the only one awake in the whole entire house. As an adult, if there's ever anything on my mind, sleep is the first thing to go, followed by food. (Clearly I don't have enough stress in my life at the moment as the food habit is alive and well!)
The irony is that I need my sleep; I'm not one of those Margaret Thatcher types who can get by on four or five hours a night. I need my eight hours.
Anyway, last night (being a Sunday night), I went to bed at 10.45pm and was still looking at the clock at 12.30am. This on a night where I already knew we were all going to be tired in the morning since the clocks went forward this weekend. Obviously that was what I was subconsciously worried about - being tired when I woke up. Ironic eh?
I was also convinced the bed was going to collapse (again), and not without reason - See my last post. I even woke twice and leaned over to see if the Ball & Chain's side of the bed was level with mine. It would appear so.
But yes, it seems I'm not alone in this - Sunday Night Insomnia! Who knew?