It’s early for me to be awake. I had hoped to get more sleep but a noise woke me early, (before 8!) and I couldn’t get back to sleep. I’m grumpy. Maybe more half-caff will help, but for the moment I’m not in the mood to feel better. Grrrrrrrrr!
I hate cleaning house, but I hate a dirty house more. I put off cleaning, but if someone is coming over that spurrs me to get the basics done. A gross, smelly kitchen is the worst or a dirty bathroom, but I don’t tend to let those go. I do not think I’m a massive germophobe but I’m very careful about cross contamination, and anything that goes in your mouth, like a toothbrush. Floors and dusting are what i put off the most.
I have no idea why I’m talking about this.
Since I was in my mid-20’s I’ve been aware that getting enough quality sleep has been a problem for me. It was a massive problem when the kids were little. I worried a lot and took benadryl chronically for years, so I could sleep. I think it did some subtle but long-term damage. (Do you know that Prozac was discovered while scientists were working with benadryl?) I have a prescription for lorazepam now and that definitely does the job but it’s addictive so I won’t use it too often except in special circumstances, like on vacation, when I am staying in hotels and I know there’s no way I’m going to sleep without drugs.
Enough rambling for now. Sorry, it’s all negative. It’s interesting how a person like me, with so much privilege and advantage and virtually nothing to worry about can feel so sorry for herself. I should be ashamed, but right now I’m too grumpy to even feel ashamed.