So, this morning I managed to have an epic temper tantrum at 8am for absolutely no reason than getting up on the wrong side of the bed. I woke up, with a headache and exhausted (sigh), got up and couldn’t find my running clothes, decided to go to work instead of finding them…I made it to my bike outside and started crying. No reason except for exhaustion and FRUSTRATION with being so damn tired. I’ve been trying melatonin at night to sleep better this week–nope, Fitbit says I sleep, but I wake up with a pounding headache and wanting to go back to sleep. I think I’ll drop that “fix”! I never ever ever take painkillers and I’ve resorted to Advil to survive the day two out of the last three days.
Went back to bed and hid under the covers for another 2 hours (and cancelled a work meeting…doing the bare minimum today). Cuddled with my puppy who seemed to realize I needed hugs and cuddles (and kisses. NO, Molly, NO). My poor husband went to work an hour late after trying to make me feel better (angel, that one). I’d love to say all is right with the world again but I’m just blah now. I made it through the 3 hours of teaching that I had to do. I’m going to go home and skip some more meetings. Be nice to myself…
BLAH. Thankfully I have no meetings tomorrow so I can work from home. And it’s a 3 day weekend so I can try to catch up on sleep/sanity before Tuesday. A break is in sight too…I’m done teaching for the summer on June 7. Other work stresses will pop their head up then but teaching is really my biggest stress.
I’m whiney lately! Where’s this much-hyped pink cloud?