Sleep Hands*

Oh lovelies, what a week.

First Ruby decided to play a really fun game called “Newborn Baby” where she went back to waking up every two hours at night. Thankfully it only lasted a few nights and we’re back on a regular routine now.

Then last night my throat started feeling a little scratchy, and I woke up this morning with the beginnings of a head cold. I hoped I could try and stave it off by taking it easy and resting today, but after a nap this afternoon I woke up feeling like my head was completely underwater.

So, it’s been a bit of a week. I actually wrote out a post for you on Wednesday, but then WordPress ate it when I tried to post it.

Ugh.

C’est la vie. All sad news aside, this is going to be a faaaabulous week. I have an amazing giveaway starting tomorrow, and another one coming up the week after. BE EXCITED. I’ll post the details tomorrow morning–keep watching!

Anyway. What does all this have to do with sleep hands?

I’ll tell you. NOTHING. ha

But in my late night wakings with Ruby strange thoughts enter my head. Have you ever done something unconsciously and automatically until one day you consciously think about the action and then it’s just… weird forever?

Let me explain by posing a question: when you curl up in your bed at night, what do you do with your hands when you sleep?

Are you a folded arms across the chest sleeper?

A hands clasped under your ear sleeper?

A clutch your blanket or pillow sleeper?

One night when I was trying to get back to sleep after waking with the wee-bean, I couldn’t get my hands into a position that was comfortable. Bizarre, I know.

But really, what do you do with your hands when you sleep?

I know how to roll to just the right spot on my side that’s perfect, just how to position my hair so it’s not on my face, and just how to snuggle my cheek into the sleep-dent on my pillow.

But for the life of me, the other night I could remember what I normally do with my hands.

I tried 8 billion different positions until I finally clutched my pillow and was able to drift off.

Now, because my stupid brain acknowledged the problem, every night I go though the same thing. It’s one of those things that I never ever thought about… until I did. And now I can’t stop. haha!

I think I’m a hold-on-to-something sleeper. I find it easiest to clutch my duvet or pillow and drift off. But some nights nothing feels right.

*sigh*

Silly, silly sleep hands.