Seems my life is ruled by dogs and kids, and in that order. Big dogs got it into their heads to go outside at 4:30am this morning. I literally staggered out of bed to let them out since I hear every little noise in the house, then husband woke up, and the end result was that husband took care of tending to the letting in of pups, and shutting me into the bedroom. He went to work early-early, and I went back to bed. The puppies themselves then slept until 8am. Bliss. Middle daughter picked up the slack after that, and I stayed in bed until 10:30am or so.
Not sure how I feel. I've not had more that 5 hours of sleep at a time in months, so am feeling a tad woozy. Must be that my system is all wonky.
I've learned that sleep is so necessary to my mental health. Get me rested and the worries don't seem as extreme. And when I actually close my eyes at naptime and take a bit of a snooze, I'm better able to handle the latter part of the day. The problem is sticking to the importance of it all.
Not sure how I feel. I've not had more that 5 hours of sleep at a time in months, so am feeling a tad woozy. Must be that my system is all wonky.
I've learned that sleep is so necessary to my mental health. Get me rested and the worries don't seem as extreme. And when I actually close my eyes at naptime and take a bit of a snooze, I'm better able to handle the latter part of the day. The problem is sticking to the importance of it all.
