when i declared that this weekend - "I'm not leaving the house", and then, didn't.
Last weekend was chaos. Lucy went to a birthday party (of sorts, she was the only other kid but still - it was a party, just ask her!), we took her to meet and watch Dora at our local shopping centre, and then we spent the entire day on Sunday at the beach with great friends - an hour and a half away from home. It was a lovely weekend it really was. But WOW were we tired!
Then on Monday, at work, I was STILL tired. Lucy, predictably slept terribly both Monday & Tuesday nights, which left me feeling like I'd been hit by a truck by Wednesday. Still at work. Still half asleep.
I managed to catch up on a little sleep Thursday and Friday nights, but still declared this to be a no go type of weekend, for me at least. I was shattered!
Matt and Lucy ducked out yesterday to get some groceries, and I stayed put on the couch. Then today - i watched Bathurst.
The.entire.thing.
Pregnancy has screwed with my head, because i spent the entire day on the couch watching car racing. What the hell!?
But i enjoyed it. I feel much more refreshed for my no-go weekend, and now, I'm off to bed to make sure I manage some sleep before the inevitable 5am wake up call.
I hate the fact that I soon will be unemployed, but gee i can't wait to not set an alarm for 5am every day!
1 comment:
I for one, believe that occasional weekend agoraphobia is good for the soul. Here's to self imposed weekends on the couch!
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