Have you ever been so tired you can’t sleep? Lately, I’ve been dreading the nights because they can be rather long when you’re too wound up to sleep. In addition to the tiny home challenges, I have been having a little battle with the clock. I’m two weeks behind on a project that I decided couldn’t be more than three weeks late. I finally completed it yesterday… ahead of schedule.
Maybe I can sleep tonight. I feel like a zombie and my body and my brain feel like they’re both operating in slow motion and when I get like that, I begin to worry about everything.
I haven’t had any time to keep up with my kids and grandkids. They probably think I don’t care. They’ll grow up and say, “Grammy, Grandma, Lil Papa, (they all call me something different) was always too busy for me and she never gave me a birthday gift on time.”
The baby above is now the five year old below.
It’s the tiny home’s fault. It has taken four months of my life and I still can’t live in it. An inspector has to come and inspect the work the water/sewer guys did before the electrician can wire the water meter.
I try to find the time to take care of me. I always hear people say that to others when they don’t know what else to say. “You must take care of you,” they say. Tonight I had a chocolate explosion blizzard at Dairy Queen, so if not good, I’m at least better.
Well, I’m going to try to wind down, so I can sleep and my slo-mo isn’t any worse, tomorrow.
The photograph is for Judy. She thought I should switch the little rabbits so the slope of the boy rabbit’s ears were going in the same direction as the slope of the ceiling. Judy is getting way too much sleep. She needs a little slo-mo brain intervention. I do like the suggestions I’ve been getting, though…thank you.
I slept great! I’m a new woman. I can’t wait for today’s visit to the tiny home.