Tiny Pink Pill

Oh, man. Oh, MAN. Yesterday was a tough day. Basically because the cats have been crazy with spring fever. They have decided that running around the house in the middle of the night is the best way to express their joy over the warmer temperatures. This includes chasing each other around the house, getting into mini-fights, and just generally causing disturbances that keep my light-sleeping self awake all night long.

Oh, and the puking. That’s a lovely noise to wake up to at 4 a.m., definitely.

I’m one of those people who needs sleep. I function best on about 8.5 hours, which I know sounds like a luxury to most people, especially those folks with kids. But I’ve learned that this is an ideal amount to restore me to my best capacity, so I do my best to get those 8.5 hours on work nights when my functionality is most necessary. Also, when I know I won’t be able to nap (and napping is frowned upon at work, definitely).

Which meant that yesterday I was not functioning at peak performance. It didn’t affect my work, but it did affect my well-being, to the point that I got the worst stomachache I’ve had in awhile. By the time I went to bed, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep without some assistance. Rather than suffer, I turned to my good friend, a tiny pink pill:

Ah, Benadryl. Not only do you keep allergies at bay, you also knock me out on those nights like last night when I know I’ll keep myself awake from the stress of being overtired. (I know that last sentence doesn’t make much sense, but trust me, when I fret that I won’t get enough sleep? I fret myself into insomnia.) I don’t have to turn to you very often, but when I do? I know you’ll be there for me.

I slept like a log last night, and feel SO much better today. The cats didn’t bother me at all. For all I know, they spent the night cuddled like they did when they were kittens:

Or even if they did run around like the crazy freaks they are, I didn’t notice.