Every few weeks or so I hit a wall. Yesterday was the day. I would have killed for a really long nap. I got a really short one. Then I went back to the shop and stayed till 9:30pm. The husband guilted me into it: “It’s your shop and your knit night.” I know, I know. I sucked it up. And had a good time, but I was still tired. I ate “dinner” around midnight last night. That cannot be good.
At 3:30am my 9-year-old woke me up–there he was, standing by the side of my bed telling me he “can’t sleep.” It had something to do with the nightmare he had the night before–he won’t tell me what it was about. So instead of him climbing into my bed (like the night before) I went to sleep in his. Two people in a double is still somehow better than three in a queen. I woke up this morning with a head full of hammers. Frak, but my head hurt! Two cups of coffee and 3 ibuprofen and one PB&J later it still hurts.
I’m sure I pissed off my husband when I wouldn’t get out of bed at 7:30am. I heard some comment about how my waking up and walking Xi to school “didn’t last long.” If I could have given him some of the hammers I would have. He wasn’t at the shop till 9pm…
Now that I have wrestled with the computer to print new labels and have sort of balanced the check book I suppose it is time to get going. Perhaps my mood will change like the current weather: hailing one minute, sunny the next. If I’m not my usual “perky” self today, give me a break.
