I stole that line from Tima's thread regarding abnormal sleeping patterns.
I thought about it a bit, and I realized I have a few bedtime rituals of my own.
The headboard on my bed is an aquarium (not lighted btw) which doubles as a room divider type thing, but there is a small space beside it that allows a bit of room for what I consider "my war chest" for trying to sleep.
I need not one, but two beverages to get me through the night. One is a huge glass of water (a plastic cup actually, with a cover and straw) and I know this is weird, but I tend to put a teaspoon of baking soda in that. (I happen to like the taste and it soothes my sometimes troubled stomach.) The other would be an icy cold, caffeine free soda, in a "coozy". There is an ashtray, cigarettes and lighter--shame on me, I know. Reading glasses, aspirin, valerian, and my beloved remote control. And ink pens.
Inbetween my mattress and headboard is a personal stash place and not for what my reputation might inspire you to think. I keep a marble notebook there for my scribblings, a box of kleenex and generally several books. I tend to read medical texts at my hopeful bedtime, optimistic that some dry reading will bore me to sleep. (Sometimes though, that backfires, as I tend to get excited over the stuff sometimes. So yep, I quit reading "Abnormal Behavior" as the chapter on sexual deviates kept me up all night once. Okay...twice. grin) In that stash place are also some objects I happen to find comforting. (Again, not what you might think.)
There is a beloved fossil that fits my hand so perfectly that sometimes in the loneliness of night it feels like a hand holding mine. There's also hair, belonging to a beloved. I also keep my cinnamon altoids there, and why I keep them hidden is beyond me--nobody else can stand the things.
My pillows must be just so--I have a lot of 'em and yep, one of them is man-size. I set my a/c on "eleven". I used to spritz my sheets and pillows with a lemongrass scent until I realized it tended to make me feel more alert than relaxed. Now it's lavendar. Beneath the man sized pillow is a vibrator. (Again, tsk...not what you're thinking. It's for the old back problem as sometimes, when I'm fortunate enough to sleep so soundly in one position, that elusive disk problem tends to numb my legs, and if I have to go to the lavatory in the night, sometimes my legs are numb from the pressure on my spinal cord, so I have to massage them awake.
(Trust me folks, this massager thing that stays plugged in is not something to be used in delicate, um, situations.)
I plump my pillows and gather my "sleep" family. There is Bri-bear, (I sleep with not one, but two teddy bears. The other belonged to my son. And yep, it would be three bears, but my daughter stole hers back.) Also in my sleep family is a beanie baby koala, "Koo-wee", and a beanie donkey, missing one eye.
Also, my feet must be clean and my legs shaved. (Whiskery legs are like sand on the sheets to me.) That bothers me more at different times of the month than others, depending on how the hormones are affecting my last nerve.
And if all this fails (and usually does) there is one more ritual. But that would have to be detailed in "Grok".
And btw? I love satellite television but it had totally cramped my channel surfing style. 'Cause that's more amusing to me than infomercials, should IFC and Sundance fail me during those lonely hours.
and? oh yes, good poets, sometimes I take a zanax, but I try not to rely on that, as serenity is sick of being sick from withdrawals.
OH. I almost forgot to mention my prayers.
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Now, if I haven't put you all to sleep with the dreary truth of my bed activity, I was wondering...
What rituals, if any, do you have?
Share your sleep preparation behaviors here.
(and hugs to Tima)