I have a lovely child. She is so lovely, in fact, that she sleeps in on the weekends. (I know some people feel anger towards me on this point, which is totally justified.)
Most weekends, I roll out of bed at 8ish, make coffee, check my email. By nine o'clock, I wake up Em. I don't want her to sleep in too late cause it'll put her off her nap. Normally, I feel rested and relaxed.
Well, today I woke up at 6:57. I actually stayed in bed for awhile to try to get back to sleep to no avail. I don't feel well-rested; I feel bleary eyed. But I can't go back to sleep.
This is just another occasion of my being really off this week. On Thursday, I fell asleep at 8:30, couldn't even stay up for Supernatural. Yesterday, I felt real off. A kid made popcorn in my room and I wanted to hurl. I love popcorn.
I'm not pregnant, but this all could be related to a certain fun visitor I'm getting next week. Note that I'm supposed to get it NEXT WEEK! Around the 15th. Yet, now, a week earlier, my internal clock is off, my feet are swollen, I cry at all lame mother's day commercials, and my moods are erratic (some might call them bride-of-satan inspired.) So lame.
Well, I am going to attempt to wake up. I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee from Starbucks (we're out at home...argh) and read a book. Hopefully, I feel normal soon. Whatever that is.
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