Three days and a running total of about 10 hours sleep. Including only two last night.
After picking the kiddos up from school, they went to their respective rooms to decompress after a hard day's work (ha!) and I reclined on the couch, terrace door open, breeze blowing and decided, "Yep...it's nap time."
Then Scout decided she simply *had* to go to the dog park. I get back up. Put my shoes back on. Take her over there *again* and walk over to the bench under the large oak tree to sit and watch her frolic. I finally just resign to the fact this dog has taken away my plans to nap and I'll just relax in the sunlight breaking through the branches holding the remaining leaves of the season.
Then it happens.
OUCH!!!!! What the....???!!!
A wasp. That's right. I sat on a wasp.
That was about two hours ago and people...it STILL hurts. Now someone actually called me a "whiner" about this to which I answer, "Then you sit on a da*n wasp and see how it feels, Nancy!".
'Cuz wowzers...the back of my left leg is none too happy.
No nap. No relaxing. Getting really nervous I'm so incredibly tired I actually won't be able to fall asleep tonight. You do that, don't you? Get so tired you can't sleep. Then start watching the clock. Anticipating insomnia taking over. Anxiety sets in.
Is it me or do I perpetuate this behavior?
Nevermind. Don't answer that.
Melatonin...you are in my near future. xoxoxo
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