Don’t just stare at the roof.
I’m having trouble sleeping at night. This is a common problem. Over 25% of Canadians report having trouble falling asleep or staying asleep.
Apparently, the average person gets about 7.2 hours of sleep each night, which, frankly, doesn’t sound too bad. I can’t rest like that. I drop an upright bolt sitting perched on the edge of my seat in the crime drama I watch at night, and two hours later snuggle up in my cozy bed and stare bright and bushy-eyed- I pulled my tail up to the ceiling.
The kids on my school bus don’t seem to suffer from insomnia. I’ve seen children fall asleep on the cold plastic sheet of the bus in between and reach the stop sign a block away from the schoolyard. I’ve seen When we get to their house, I have to stop the bus and physically walk to their seats to wake them up. More often than not, they’re totally relaxed, sliding down to the floor like potato sacks or nodding during her fifty-five or so electrifying choruses of “The Wheels On the Bus.” One time, while trudging down a bumpy gravel road, a little girl fell asleep with her head on a giant chocolate cupcake, icing on top. Children can fall asleep anywhere.
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Some men I know have amazing sleep tips. Namely my son Chris. When he was little, he used to ride his tractor on his father’s old case as he plowed the fields. Chris spent the whole day lying on the floor of the cab, and then he came home dirty but satisfied, his head banging against the window many times, and he fell asleep soundly. His father was always amazed by that.
As Chris got older, things didn’t change. He went through his two major root canals instead of his one. who does that? When she goes to the dentist, she looks brave, but in reality, her eyes are rolled back, her hands are clasped on her knees, her body is like a violin string. A tense, stiff and terrifying woman.
Chris, on the other hand, feels completely at home. In this example, a chair was reclined, his mouth was opened, a 1,000-watt light bulb was pointed at his face, and two attendants in gowns pulled him out of his teeth. was covered in blood and had to wake him up! Now that’s impressive.
The only time anything like that ever happened to me was when I was a teenager, visiting a friend’s family who went to college in London, England. In her generous spirit, characteristic of her mother, the woman insisted that I sleep beside her in her only bed while her father was relegated to the couch.
On that fateful first night, I fell asleep quickly and dreamed of falling off the top of Buckingham Palace, clinging for my life to the poor woman, pulling her up, scratching her man mercilessly, I tried to save myself. unspeakable death. They couldn’t wake me up.
The next night my bed was made into a sofa. This is how it should have been, but this is also where I was staring at the ceiling late into the night. Then I felt like a fool, but now what’s my problem? Don’t just stare at the roof.
Happiness is a good night’s sleep.
