My gas tank is pretty much empty today. I’m running on fumes. Last night I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for 4 hours, before deciding to just get up. OH was in a thundering snore beside me and it was driving me insane. Every breath he took mocked my inability to sleep.
At 2am I dragged myself and a duvet to our living room sofa. I made a cup of tea (de-caf) and proceeded to undo all the great work I had done at the gym earlier by scoffing a mars bar, crisps and some sweets. After 2 episodes of “it’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” I began to feel drowsy. OH woke me at 5 am with his morning routine and so i dragged myself back to our bed.
By 7.30 I was up again carrying a little toddler into our room. He lay beside me watching cartoons until 9, but I didn’t sleep. I was supposed to bring Little man into nursery today but I couldn’t face it.
I need to have a shower and go and pick up meds (I’m sooooo sick of them only giving me 7 days at a time) but I can’t be arsed.
I’m so tired…………….