I have been awake since 4:30am yesterday (Sunday).
I, for the life of me, can absolutely not sleep.
My mind is running a thousand miles an hour.
I should be a flippin zombie right now, or like a toddler that ran a mile a minute outside for six hours then came in and passed out in the middle of the living room floor.
So here I am, cruising Facebook and Amazon, checking my email repeatedly, listening to music, watching YouTube..
Even when I put down my phone, it doesn’t matter, sleep won’t come.
I started a new medication and I greatly suspect that is the culprit.
I’m just praying that when I do finally fall asleep, I’m not a heaping pile of tired ass garbage tomorrow, because for some reason I feel like that isn’t going to fly with my kids.
Might be Movie Day Monday and I’ll just throw Goldfish at them till they go away.
All the coffee for me, please. Starbucks even delivers – which would be tempting if not for the $7 delivery fee. Woof.
But I suppose I’ll go give it once last ditch effort to make it to bed before my husbands alarm starts going off. If I don’t, then I’m really screwed for the next half hour or better while I listen to his phone and alarm clock take turns trying to wake the dead, while he hits the snooze 846 times, just barely before it would’ve shut off on it’s own from lack of attention.
(See that, what I did there – trying to convince myself to go the frack to bed.) 😂❤