16th December, 2007
Further proof I’m not normal (as if that’s necessary).
I don’t know if you’re anything like me, but if you are (deepest sympathies), your brain “works” when you don’t want it to, and doesn’t when you do. It’s officially known as UCD – Uncooperative Cranium Disorder (well, it should be anyway).
UCD always happens at night, when your body wants to be sleeping, but your brain says no way, Jose. For me, I’ll suddenly awaken from a very nice sleep, usually anywhere from 2 to 5am, for no logical reason, and be 10 times more alert than I am during normal daytime hours (which is a scary thought isn’t it?). The few synapses I have are firing like crazy.
I should be thankful that at least they’re firing. I guess.
Betrayed by my brain, lists begin to mentally emerge, ideas take shape and all my daytime “duh” moments are replaced by, “Aha’s” and “Oh’s”. It’s a late night lobotomy of sorts, and another “quirk” that makes me further wonder about my sanity. Trying to shut out the uninvited marathon thinking session, I strain to return to lala land, but it’s always to no avail. Two hours later when my brain decides it’s had it’s workout for the “day”, the rebellion subsides and sleep finally returns.
Yes. I feel sorry for my husband too.
But speaking of husbands, mine had a fabulous answer to this aflliction.
Store a flashlight, pen, and pad of paper on my nightstand. Use them in the wee hours when the wheels won’t stop turning.
I know. It’s so simple it’s scary I didn’t think of it sooner. I guess I was too busy pondering the weightier issues of life like why they make alarm clocks to be so blindingly bright or where am I going to find the best deal on white socks for my son or chanting “laundry detergent” to myself 37 times in a row so I don’t forget that I’m out of it in the morning.
In any event, the idea was a brilliant one, and I am happy to report that I now write down all my unholy hour mullings and ponderings and strokes of non genuisness so my brain can rest and I can tackle them again in the daylight. Of course, that would be when my brain typically operates on the ”dim” setting, so I get to spend the rest of the day trying to figure out what in the world I was communicating to myself at 2am.
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