If you'd asked me forty years ago. I would've told you I'm well-rested. I was the kid who woke up at the crack of dawn, wide awake and ready to go. I'm still an early riser, but with a bit of strange twist. (Thank you, weak bladder and noisy children.)
According to my Fitbit (I affectionately call it The Tattler because it rats me out all the time.), I sleep an average of 1 hour and 39 minutes a night. Yep, read that again. That's per night! What is wrong with me?
I'll tell you. (Since you asked.)
I am a five-foot-one-inch on a good day ball of stress and anxiety.
I never used to be that way. Somewhere between, Mom, can you give me a ride to the mall? and Because I said so, that's why! I lost my way.
Sure, I could completely blame it on my roommaates. My children, I mean. I could also blame my ex-husband for it (and about a million other things along the way), but we don't speak about him. At least not on purpose. (Don't ask. I mean, seriously. Don't ask.)
I wear my Fitbit like I used to wear my wedding ring. It reminds me to get up during writing sessions and tells me when I've done enough for the day. (Okay, that's a fib. It's never told me I move too much. Like Shakira's hips, this Fitbit doesn't lie.)
So, what's on my mind, you ask?
In no particular order (brace yourself):
All things associated with the kids: schedules, commitments, homework, health, doctor appointments, teenage angst, young adult drama, and everything in between
Deadline anxiety. Let's just say my deadlines and I have a complicated relationship.
Not sleeping. Like this is an obsession for me. I know I'm not sleeping and I'm perpetually angry about it.
Noise. I hate noise! There's so much of it in my house. I find the older I get, the more it annoys me. What does a girl have to do to get a little peace and quiet these days?
Also, cold sores-particulary the cold sore in my mouth right now-make me crazy. I never got cold sores before, and now, in the last month and a half, I've had two and I'm SO over it. I blame the children. (Kidding. Sort of. Maybe not. Oh, who knows?)
What's stressing you out these days? How are you sleeping?
P.S. Speaking of deadlines. Thrush to Judgment is available for pre-order for 99 cents on #Amazon right now. If I ever finish writing it, it's going to be amazing! Nighty-night. Just kidding. Sleep? Who needs sleep?
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