I hate not sleeping

So, thanks to stress, for the past week I have been unable to sleep before 1-2am. Awesome. Unfortunately DG has not gotten the memo that I need to sleep in past 6:30am. Sigh..... When am I going to get a break? I really think I need to look into some sleep study programs. This is just crazy and I feel like I am my breaking point.

I am finally feeling healthy again and would love to be able to rest and make sure that I really do get completely healthy. Last week was not fun by any stretch of the imagination. Do I get to rest tomorrow? Of course not! That would be too easy. Instead I get to do 2 things that are fun and a crap load of things not fun. I am fasting right now (note to self, do not eat a veggie burger as your last meal if you're going to fast, they don't last long at all) in order to experience the joy of a glucose tolerance test. No appointment scheduled, so I get to sit in a very unclean feeling waiting room with heaps of people tomorrow morning waiting for my sugar drink. Last Saturday there was one person before me and I still had to wait almost 45min to get blood drawn....SOOOO excited to do this after my stomach has been growling for hours on end (started growling at midnight - haven't figured out how to sleep through that yet). My plan is to stake out my place in line before they even open in the morning, we'll see how well that goes. While I let the sugar percolate in my blood stream I get to share the moving news with someone I considered a friend. I say considered as apparently I have committed some kind of faux paux that has her cutting me out of her scheduled play dates. Do I really need to put myself through this? My plan was to let her find out with everyone else on facebook, but that could make for an uncomfortable 5 months for the rest of my friends and I. Sigh...... With my short time between sugar drink and blood draw I think it's going to be a dump and run...dump the news and run back to get blood drawn so I can eat! Not ideal, but I want to be able to announce to move by the end of the weekend and this has to be done.

I think I will head home for some food, then back out again to get my hair cut, I need to get some pants for work, and then home again possibly in time to get a nap in before we have our afternoon BBQ guests arrive. Sometime tomorrow evening we need to call my in-laws and share the news, call my BIL and share the news and convince DG that taking less than an hour to get to bed is preferable. I am already dreading Saturday........

Why does sleep escape me? Why does this insomnia stick around? Why can I only think about quieting my still growling stomach? Seriously, I could never do a cleanse diet, I hate feeling hungry!