I have to put myself back on a schedule. And it’s obnoxious, and I am not looking forward to it. I mean, sure, I have a loose schedule. Wake up, get the kids off to school and all that, but *I* *PERSONALLY* need to have a firm schedule, with naps. LIKE I’M A BABY.
That’s why it’s obnoxious.
Lately, I have been going to bed at 10, and getting up about 7. Except that I can barely get out of bed and it’s a few more hours before I am functioning. And by functioning, I full on mean able to do anything, like shower, or run an errand.
So starting tonight, I’m going to bed at nine. NINE! Do you know how weird that sounds to me? Me, the zombie insomniac who would sleep for a few hours every couple of days? It’s like I’m learning to be a whole new person, and it’s dumb. AND my house is now a disaster. And I have to tell you, if the trade off to more sleep is a dirty house, I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit.