Sleep
I woke up this morning and felt great. For the first time in like forever, I felt like I'd gotten enough sleep. Like I could actually get up and do something. It was awesome. Usually I feel like I could sleep a few more hours at least, but I have to get up. And when I feel like that, like all I want to do is just lay down and close my eyes (even if for a few moments), I get nothing done. I have no energy, no motivation.
But not today. I credit the Unisom. Yesterday I gave in and decided to try something to make me sleep. Advil PM and Tylenol PM never worked for me. The Unisom didn't really either. At least, not in the way it was intended. It did not make me sleepy or tired. But I made myself get into bed anyway. And I woke up feeling rested for the first time in months. So whatever it did while I was sleeping (probably just helped me get more REM or something) was a success. I hate feeling like I need a pill for that, but at this point I will take it how I can get it. Who knew it would be such a luxury to wake up and actually feel rested? I'm so tired of sleeping for 10 hours only to wake up feeling like I still need to take a nap. So anyway, YAY!
Diana has her picture day today. It took me forever to get her hair right. The child has beautiful, gorgeous hair, but it's completely unmanageable. That cowlick she gets from Josh makes it stick up in the back. Normally it's not that noticeable, but in school pictures it always is. I hope they do the pictures first thing, because otherwise her hair will fall down before they do them. Beautiful hair, but it only wants to be free and do what it wants. It does not take well to ribbons and bows and barrettes and ponytails. Getting it into a bun for ballet every week was torture for me! I shouldn't complain. Regardless of how unruly it is, at least it's grown out from when she cut it herself!
I did have a bit of a scare this morning. When I came downstairs to make Diana's lunch, the front door was open. Not just unlocked, but open. It wasn't wide open or anything, but it wasn't shut either. I asked the kids if they'd gone outside, or gotten something from the car. They both said no. I know I checked it before I went upstairs last night to make sure it was locked. I always do. And I damn well would have noticed if it had been open. The only thing I can think of is that last night, when I was in the bath, the kids woke up and were crying. They said they were scared and couldn't find me. Maybe they checked outside or something and didn't shut the door all the way. Or Dane Cook came by and kicked in the door just to fuck with me.
And so the whole day stretches before me. I already loaded up the dishwasher and got it running. I think next I'll tackle some laundry.
But not today. I credit the Unisom. Yesterday I gave in and decided to try something to make me sleep. Advil PM and Tylenol PM never worked for me. The Unisom didn't really either. At least, not in the way it was intended. It did not make me sleepy or tired. But I made myself get into bed anyway. And I woke up feeling rested for the first time in months. So whatever it did while I was sleeping (probably just helped me get more REM or something) was a success. I hate feeling like I need a pill for that, but at this point I will take it how I can get it. Who knew it would be such a luxury to wake up and actually feel rested? I'm so tired of sleeping for 10 hours only to wake up feeling like I still need to take a nap. So anyway, YAY!
Diana has her picture day today. It took me forever to get her hair right. The child has beautiful, gorgeous hair, but it's completely unmanageable. That cowlick she gets from Josh makes it stick up in the back. Normally it's not that noticeable, but in school pictures it always is. I hope they do the pictures first thing, because otherwise her hair will fall down before they do them. Beautiful hair, but it only wants to be free and do what it wants. It does not take well to ribbons and bows and barrettes and ponytails. Getting it into a bun for ballet every week was torture for me! I shouldn't complain. Regardless of how unruly it is, at least it's grown out from when she cut it herself!
I did have a bit of a scare this morning. When I came downstairs to make Diana's lunch, the front door was open. Not just unlocked, but open. It wasn't wide open or anything, but it wasn't shut either. I asked the kids if they'd gone outside, or gotten something from the car. They both said no. I know I checked it before I went upstairs last night to make sure it was locked. I always do. And I damn well would have noticed if it had been open. The only thing I can think of is that last night, when I was in the bath, the kids woke up and were crying. They said they were scared and couldn't find me. Maybe they checked outside or something and didn't shut the door all the way. Or Dane Cook came by and kicked in the door just to fuck with me.
And so the whole day stretches before me. I already loaded up the dishwasher and got it running. I think next I'll tackle some laundry.