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Update: doing much better than I had been, much thanks to Spouse-of-Awesomeness.
I stayed up all night to get a project done for work (I'm a freelancer), but somewhere between procrastination, burn-out from the chaos of the past few weeks, and utter panic about the project itself, it just didn't happen. End result: I was sitting there at 4 am with a million things to do and absolutely no energy to do any of them. I was just minutes away from throwing things, or breaking things, or beating my head on the desk, or all of the above. There was just nothing there.
And so I went and woke up Hubby.
(I'm an insomniac who gets vicious night terrors - existential crises at 3 am are my specialty - so Hubby's used to this. If I just need warmth/comfort/contact, I grab one of our two fluffball kitties, who are cuddly as anything. When I'm completely freaking out, I have his OK to wake him at unforgivable hours.)
And so there we were, sitting on the bed, trying to brainstorm ways for me to calm the fuck down already and get the stupid project done before I self-combusted, and everything he suggested I just went, "No, no, no, that won't work, you don't understand, I can't do this."
At which point he wrapped both arms around me tight and PULLED me back down onto the bed, curled up against him.
And I was about to say, Right, well, I don't have time for this either, when I got hit with the tidal wave of WARMSAFECOMFORTLOVEPEACESAFEWARMLOVE.
I snuggled in and we laid there for about ten or fifteen minutes, just listening to one another breathe. He stroked my hair and I nestled into his chest.
And then everything was OK. My batteries recharged and started humming. I got up, took a long, invigorating shower, and settled down to work on the project.
That was at 5 or so. I'm almost finished with it now at 3.
I have no idea how I got that much calm/energy/anything in fifteen minutes. But I don't care.
To my Hubby, who carries around more soothing chi than your average ocean. Thanks, hon. *snuzzly kiss*
I stayed up all night to get a project done for work (I'm a freelancer), but somewhere between procrastination, burn-out from the chaos of the past few weeks, and utter panic about the project itself, it just didn't happen. End result: I was sitting there at 4 am with a million things to do and absolutely no energy to do any of them. I was just minutes away from throwing things, or breaking things, or beating my head on the desk, or all of the above. There was just nothing there.
And so I went and woke up Hubby.
(I'm an insomniac who gets vicious night terrors - existential crises at 3 am are my specialty - so Hubby's used to this. If I just need warmth/comfort/contact, I grab one of our two fluffball kitties, who are cuddly as anything. When I'm completely freaking out, I have his OK to wake him at unforgivable hours.)
And so there we were, sitting on the bed, trying to brainstorm ways for me to calm the fuck down already and get the stupid project done before I self-combusted, and everything he suggested I just went, "No, no, no, that won't work, you don't understand, I can't do this."
At which point he wrapped both arms around me tight and PULLED me back down onto the bed, curled up against him.
And I was about to say, Right, well, I don't have time for this either, when I got hit with the tidal wave of WARMSAFECOMFORTLOVEPEACESAFEWARMLOVE.
I snuggled in and we laid there for about ten or fifteen minutes, just listening to one another breathe. He stroked my hair and I nestled into his chest.
And then everything was OK. My batteries recharged and started humming. I got up, took a long, invigorating shower, and settled down to work on the project.
That was at 5 or so. I'm almost finished with it now at 3.
I have no idea how I got that much calm/energy/anything in fifteen minutes. But I don't care.
To my Hubby, who carries around more soothing chi than your average ocean. Thanks, hon. *snuzzly kiss*