Someone to ... over me.
Bed, bed, bed, bedbedbedbed. Yes.
Yes, I should be going to bed, and I will, but I was disconcerted by the conversation I just had with my husband. Primarily, he just doesn't seem to care all that much about how tired I've been, and he knows how poorly I've been sleeping lately, and still all I get from him is " I got up at about the same time as you. "
But no, no he really didn't. And he generally doesn't. He stays in bed much longer, especially on the days we actually go to bed at the same time.
Just another one of those arguments I'll never get to win, no matter how much I deserve it. (Sigh.) I try to sleep in bed until daylight, and then I go to the recliner. Generally, my core muscles hurt so much from being in the bed that the instant I sit down in the chair I feel better, and almost immediately fall into REM sleep. But by daylight the dogs want to be up and about, so that doesn't last long enough. And after so many times of being interrupted, I usually just give up and go to the kitchen to make coffee and take care of lunches for the day, maybe do some dishes.
So tired today. I thought I'd really hit the wall there for a bit, I kept having to shake myself awake and when I wasn't fighting to keep my eyes open I felt feverish. Blah. At least the day is over without injury.
Why am I always so surprised that no one takes care of me? You think I'd be used to it by now.
Yes, I should be going to bed, and I will, but I was disconcerted by the conversation I just had with my husband. Primarily, he just doesn't seem to care all that much about how tired I've been, and he knows how poorly I've been sleeping lately, and still all I get from him is " I got up at about the same time as you. "
But no, no he really didn't. And he generally doesn't. He stays in bed much longer, especially on the days we actually go to bed at the same time.
Just another one of those arguments I'll never get to win, no matter how much I deserve it. (Sigh.) I try to sleep in bed until daylight, and then I go to the recliner. Generally, my core muscles hurt so much from being in the bed that the instant I sit down in the chair I feel better, and almost immediately fall into REM sleep. But by daylight the dogs want to be up and about, so that doesn't last long enough. And after so many times of being interrupted, I usually just give up and go to the kitchen to make coffee and take care of lunches for the day, maybe do some dishes.
So tired today. I thought I'd really hit the wall there for a bit, I kept having to shake myself awake and when I wasn't fighting to keep my eyes open I felt feverish. Blah. At least the day is over without injury.
Why am I always so surprised that no one takes care of me? You think I'd be used to it by now.