Late Night Misery

I am sitting in my bedroom with my daughter's dog snoring on the bed. In the next room my daughter and her husband are in another of their seemingly endless yelling matches. It happens several times a week. I can't go to bed.

First off when they fight like this the dog is absolutely terrified and growls at everyone other than me. He won't leave my room unless I am with him. So I will be sleeping with the dog tonight because I cannot leave him alone and scared like that. He literally shakes all over at times.

It will do me no good to go to bed. I knew that this afternoon. If my daughter goes out then there is a huge battle when she comes home. They both yell and swear so sleep would be impossible. I didn't try earlier because once I am awake, then it's next to impossible to get back to sleep. I have this severe sleep problem that makes good sleep something to just wish for. It's already coming up on 11:00 and I have to be up at six to drive into the city so my son in law can go to a job interview. That means another of my work days is shot to hell, and I'll be exhausted. I'll have to work all or most of the weekend now just so I can be caught up by Monday.

We will come home and I'll stop on the way and pick up a few groceries for dinner tomorrow night. Then I'll start working. Between the housework and the work-work I'll be busy all day. Busy and exhausted. I don't nap because then sleep at night is a joke. This goes on week after endless week after endless week. I'm so stressed it's unreal. I got a biofeedback unit recently with the idea that I could maybe use it to help me sleep. Shoot. After almost a week I cannot get it into a normal zone. It just beeps at me telling me my stress levels are off the charts. This is not exactly news. I'm sticking with it though. Maybe one of these days things will calm down.

There is nothing I can do and I feel helpless about that. Or really anywhere I can go. My daughter depends on me for so much that I cannot just leave her alone to deal with everything. Besides (wry grin) the stupid dog thinks I'm its mother or something and runs to me for everything. I am not sure how he would survive if I wasn't here to calm him down and make sure he's safe. He even sometimes climbs into my lap shivering in fear from the noise. He weighs 60+ pounds and has sharp corners everywhere.

They're still fighting.