I just realised that I brought 2 beasts inside me from London. One called irregular sleeping pattern. And the other one called loosing appetite. I am a bit grateful for the later one but a bit concern with the first.

Usually I am a person who hit the sack around 8 - 9 pm and awake around 4 am. Fresh and well rested. Ever since I return from London a week a go, this has changed. Few days a go I slept around 8 - 9 pm as usual but at 12 - 1 am I was fully awake. There was nothing I could do to get back to sleep. I watched, I read, I browsed, I smsed, I took pictures of my sleeping children, I buried my self under the blanket…nothing. I was wide awake. And if I managed to sleep, it was troubled sleep. I was tossing and turning in my bed like a jumpy 5 years old who had too much fun during the day. If it happened during the weekend, I could compensate it with taking few naps in a day. This is something that I have never done as well. I never take a nap. Even when I am sick or pregnant or anything, I never take a nap. Now I seem to take a nap twice a day. An hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon. So the circle of evils continues.

Last night was the worst. I felt so sleepy during the day but as I spent my Sunday in my mother in law’s house, naturally I managed to stay awake. I thought I could sleep around 9 pm as usual but no, I felt as fresh as strawberry yoghurt. Fortunately there are some weekend workers who keep me company by sending regular work up date through my blackberry (yippie! Finally, something to read!).

Since today is Monday, I knew that I’ll be in trouble. So after a lot of effort, I finally managed to fell asleep around 1 am this morning and woke up around 4.30 am. As predicted, I am in total mess today.

My head is aching, my eye lids are heavy, I kept on yawning…my beauty sleep is stolen from me. Please, whoever, return it to me. I need it to keep my sanity. I’d better go and get my self some coffee…