Man, have I ever been paying for my Bunco night. I haven’t stayed up till 3AM in years. And as fun as it was, I just can’t be doing that again anytime soon.
I woke up on Saturday with what I thought was a bad allergy. As the day wore on, I felt like a Giant Walking Nose. I decided it was a nasty cold. I snapped at my son, then at my baby daughter, and then at my husband. I’m not talking about a curt word. I’m talking, SNAPPED. LOST IT.
My mom finally told me to go to bed. So I did. At 8PM Saturday night.
When I woke up Sunday, I felt like I might be on the road to recovery. And the cold/allergy thing? Poof. Gone. Whassup with that?
Another early bedtime and I woke up this morning refreshed and ready to be a mom. A good mom, that is. Not the witchy mom that I was on Saturday.
I promised Husband never to stay out past midnight again. At least not until 2008.
It’s funny. With a newborn baby, I got used to running on an empty gas tank. I sort of prided myself on being able to function on very little sleep. I guess your body adjusts if you make a habit of it. But on Friday night, my poor body didn’t know what hit it.
This morning I feel great. I’m up early and ready to go walking. I think I’m fully recovered. It’s supposed to be 82 degrees today. Am I the only person who is actually enjoying this? The record was set in 1920. It was 83 degrees. I hope we beat it!