This is my 401K, people: I get a pillow in the mail
Being more open about my chronic sleep deprivation and my lightbulb moment that it has become a way I not only neglect but maltreat myself, has turned out to be a very good thing.
I get IMs asking why I'm online so late from my friends from coast to coast. My brother's been checking in to see if I am feeling better and getting more rest. Lulu gives me gentle reminders to hang up the phone and crawl into bed. And Lil E keeps telling me how good it is when I escape my blog by hiding under the covers, like a monster pulling at me in the wee hours. All of this has nudged me in the right direction.
And then, as it sometimes happens when one publishes their intimacies on the interwebs, I was sent a pillow in the mail. Attached was a note wishing me better sleep and encouraging me to take three weeks to adjust to the new pillow and my new sleep habits (who knew?).
Lil E was not happy. He wanted a pillow too. (See how he's making the play for it by faking sleep so freaking adorably in the picture above?)
But since he is a small child who fully reverses himself
and props his legs up the wall during his refreshing twelve hours every
night, I kept the pillow for myself. It's not one I'd ever pick for myself. I am - or have been - just fine indulging in a few $8 specials from Target that I feel no guilt in replacing but also feel no real ease in resting upon.
To my delight, it has helped. I feel more nested in my bed and anything
that eases my mind from the franticness of my days into deep, dreamy
sleep, I am loving right now.
To my surprise, it also came with tips on soothing yoga poses, healthy
snacks to wind down the day and a relaxation breathing exercise. Quite
honestly, after rolling my eyes and skimming a slew of PR materials
many days of the week, I was taken aback by the usefulness of the
concise little pillow packet.
So thank you, Tempur-Pedic pillow people.
I'm not going to bed at a perfect time and I'm nowhere near caught up
on years of lost sleep. I am on on the right path, though, and I'm
happy to have a comfier place to rest my head as I make my way.
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