A Weary Traveller
I always struggle the day before we go to the lake. I hope I don’t always feel that way. I think it’s just the time of life we’ve been in. But the prepping the day before we go is hard. Don’t worry, I am not without willing, loving help and all the breaks I need. But still. It’s a hard day. That was yesterday.
Last night, I did not sleep. I couldn’t figure it out. I couldn’t wind down. I lay awake until about 1:30am and finally gave in and woke Brady. Sometimes just having him up with me makes the difference. Well watch a super chill show, on the darkest screen possible, really really quietly, and I’ll rest a hand on him and fall asleep. It’s like I subconsciously think he will hold down the fort for me, and I can finally let down.
After about a half hour, I dozed off. But I woke up so shortly thereafter and that was about it. I was awake when Brady got up around 6:00am to take his meds. I dozed a little more after that. But really, I can confidently say I didn’t get more than an hour of sleep last night.
I used that special wakeful time to myself to worry, gag, overthink, and sulk. Zero stars. Do not recommend. It sucked.
When it was eventually time to get up and get things moving, I came to the realization that I had taken the wrong pills last night. Instead of taking my heartburn medication and my sleep aid, I took two of my heartburn medications. 🙄 I was SO angry at me. Which really did me no favours at all.
The one positive thing from all of this is that I know why I didn’t sleep. Part of my overnight fear was that my sleep aid wasn’t working anymore, and now I can know that’s not the case. So I will take my proper medication tonight and it will work itself out.
But before that happens, I must get through today. I had a good morning cry and then the day could go forward. I feel disgusting. Sick to my stomach. But alas, it’s lake day. And we made it 💜
Feels like a good day for an afternoon nap 😴