Daily Prompt: Sleepy Time

Sleepy Time

More and more of us go to bed too late because of sleep procrastination. What are the nighttime rituals that keep you up before finally dozing off?


Sweet Dreams!
Sweet Dreams!

Thank goodness! I thought it was only me!I didn’t even know there was a name for it. I’m a serial sleep procrastinator.

I started it when I was working full time. I sometimes worked a late shift and I’d finish work at 2 am, it would be after 2:30 am when I got home but I couldn’t always  go straight to bed. I had to wind down first. A hot drink, maybe something to eat and then I’d read for a while.  I was younger then, I still managed to get up at a reasonable hour most mornings.

Sleep procrastination also became something I did because night was my “me time”. I knew I should go to bed if I had to be up early for work but I hated the idea that my whole life was about going to work and household chores so I’d keep on stealing a bit more of the night for myself.

Finally I was introduced the biggest temptation of all, the internet. My sister and I live in different towns and rather than phone calls we like internet chat as a way of keeping in touch. She’s a night owl too so twice a week we sit up to all hours chatting about this and that. Other nights I sit up reading post after post or even writing them. (You are to blame WordPress.) When it’s two in the morning here it’s only lunchtime in Europe and the day is just beginning in parts of the USA. New posts come up and I find myself thinking “Just one more and I’ll go to bed.” but of course then I see that someone I follow has posted and I read another “just one more”.

In winter I sometimes just don’t want to go to bed even when I’m sleepy. It’s warm and cosy in the living room and I’ll sit up to watch a television program I’m interested in. When it’s over I think that I should go to bed but I know that the bedroom will be cold and I hate lying on cold sheets so I stay where I am and watch whatever is on. At that hour it usually seems to be documentaries about serial killers or WWII being rerun on the History Channel.

Sometimes Hubby gets up to go to the bathroom, he has a talent for deciding to do that just as I’m about to go to bed so I put it off again until he’s gone back to bed, adjusted his CPAP machine and settled down. Did I mention that Hubby  snores? Before he got the machine the noise was another thing that put me off going to bed. It was like trying to sleep in a room with a washing machine running, the decibel levels were about the same.  I knew I wouldn’t get off to sleep until I was exhausted.

As I am not working now it doesn’t matter if I don’t get up at the crack of dawn but I know that I should try to get to bed earlier. I could always get up early and read WordPress posts.



I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.

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