I just can’t seem to get enough sleep. I find something inane to occupy myself with until 2am, then so immensely regret my decision at 7.30 the next morning that I promise myself I’ll be in bed the next night at 9, only to find myself out drinking until 1am. Then the people upstairs move out ridiculously early in the morning making sure the whole neighbourhood knows about it. Noisy interruptions to my sleep seem to correspond in annoyance with the size of my hangovers…
I’m starting to look 10 years older than I am which is never a good look. My brain is less than half functioning (though I’m not sure a bad night’s sleep is so much to blame as genetics) and I keep falling asleep at the wheel of my car when I’m stuck in traffic (though to be fair, other people were getting out of their cars today and having picnics on the side of the road, so we were waiting a while).
My biggest error is believing that I can catch up over the weekend, but it’s yet to happen. I promise myself a day of chilling out in the garden on my under used deck chair. Yet instead I find myself doing the bidding of those around me. I deliver old desks to friends, cart family around the shops, spend unbelievable amounts of time and money on my pets and those belonging to sisters (who are having a nice break in Italy, unlike me)! I have no problem with this – my weekend has been well spent, and I’ve done a lot and it’s nice to make myself and other people happy. Still, I really do need to just sit in a chair and relax for 5 minutes on occasion and it’s been a while.
I cross my fingers that I will do it this week, but when? I have to book an appointment with the doctor, I want to get my flat valued so I can find out just how much trouble I’m in and I’m meeting up with three old school friends for a night of frolicking.
You only live once though, so at least when I’m old with a bad case of arthritis in my arms I’ll know it’s from all those “Why not, one more beer can’t hurt, can it?” moments that I keep bumping into. Besides – it’s where my best stories come from, and you want them to be as juicy as possible for the grandkids!