Some days wolfie gets extra extra loud and you have to pull out all the tricks.
Hiding in bed at 8pm with chamomile tea, chocolate ice cream, a trashy book, a candle, and clean sheets.
Oof. Back on the no sleeping pattern this week. Just about caved tonight…my rational brain won though–drinking a bottle of wine would escape this mood for an hour but I would wake up tomorrow upset with myself, and hungover. Not worth it. Scarily, it almost felt worth it.
So annoying, I was cruising along so nicely this week! Oh well, I’ll be proud of myself when I can ride my bike tomorrow morning without a hangover.