thinking [sleepy] thursday

I am tired.
Of things, yes, but I mean I am so stinking SLEEPY.
Not just today, for months.
For one reason, or seventy others, my coveted bedtime schedule has fallen by the wayside.
I am not a fan. You know what else isn’t a fan of these extended days? You don’t, but I’m here to tell you:

1. My eyes. They are tired of holding themselves up, and they puff up in protest! Not very nice of them, but I guess we all do what it takes to get by.

2. My head. My head hurts, seriously months of a headache. Allergies are the main cause, sure, but I’m certain sleep would help!

3. My brain. Well my brain is generally a heated mess (get that reference? PP2), but with inadequate sleep, my brain can’t even make a decent list! Or think the thoughts it needs to think which leads to…

4. My feelers. I always have a lot of feelings. I feel all of the things, all of the time. Then I obsess over the feelings and whether they are valid. Do they even matter?! I don’t know! I’m too tired to tell!

5. My business. Yeah, I said it. My girlie parts are tired too. I’m still getting the daily action from Sir, but I must say, there’s been a lot more snex than I’m used to. (Snex is the sleepy/snuggly hit it from spoon sex that was developed for tired people like me.) Sad face.

6. My family. Okay, you already know I can’t make a grocery list lately to save my life, therefore dinners are…well… sort of fend for yourself! I’m tired. And I only eat dinner so I can take a bath!

7. My Sir. Why? He’s fucking tired too! And He works all by Himself, for Himself, and what He does is physical. On top of that, He has to deal with me when I’m all tired and emotional and batshit crazy.

So really. No one is a fan of this schedule. I just want ONE day where we don’t have to stay up waiting on storms, waiting on children. I want to go to the bed at 8:45 and play…hoord… and then sleep until I wake up! No 5:40 alarm! No yapping offspring!

Sleep, people, I want sleep!
Until then…

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Happy Thursday!
~ shygirl

just a little fussin’ about sleep

I’m not built for nights like these. Some folks can weather much more, I know. They can endure multiple nights, weeks, months, years apart… but not me. (Remember yesterday? we ought not compare.) This shit isn’t in my wheelhouse.

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The kids went back to school today. A bit of drama in the academic world of my offspring. Juggled and mostly handled. Papers filled out, supply Iists made. Mom to the rescue!

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I have a giant list of my own to tackle…nothing difficult or out of the ordinary, but a long list of little things to get done before my girlfriend gets here tomorrow. You heard me! My girlfriend, my bestest friend, is coming to see me for just under a week!

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I’m so very excited…But this day has really put a damper on my happy, which adds a whole other level of sad to this jacked up night.

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Sir is working. I’m tired, I cannot sleep, and I must start the day in four hours! I’m lying here…awake…with a pounding head and leaky eyes (and a kitten sprawled across my face and boobs). I need my hair to be played with, my back to be tickled, my mind to be soothed. I need a hug, dammit!

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Until my Sir arrives home safely, I cannot function or rest. Without sleep, tomorrow isn’t looking good on the functioning front, either. Balls.

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Happy new school year! Looks like we like to start on a down note… Perhaps things will look up from here.

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~shygirl