I’ve decided to get more sleep. I’ve always been pretty proud of how “well” I function on five or six hours a night. “How do you do so much?” people ask me. “Oh, I just stay up late and get up early.” Yeah, well, it’s not working out so well. I am tired. And grumpy. And things that shouldn’t bother me do. And I know that the mom sets the tone of the home for the whole family. And this family’s tone/mood/general sense of well-being hasn’t been so great lately.
Last night I fell asleep on the couch at 9:00, went to bed at 11:30, got up at 6:30. I feel wonderful. I can’t go to bed at 9 every night, but I’m shooting for 11 instead of 1a.m. So what if I don’t get as much writing done as I’d like? At least I’ll be nicer.
We had a good weekend. I’ll blog about it later as my fridge and cupboards are nearly bare. This is not an exaggeration. There are more puzzles in my cupboard than food. Off to Target and the grocery store.
I have 68 surveys so far–keep ’em coming! If you can get them to me in the next couple weeks, that’d be swell. And even if it’s months from now, just go ahead and send it anyway. You might just have the one piece of wisdom I’ve been looking for!
Have a wonderful Tuesday!