Hello Monday, how I loathe you. Even when not working I still hate Mondays. It’s a dark and dreary day outside and I just crawled out of bed not that long ago at 1:00 in the afternoon.
Every night I try and go to sleep earlier than the night before. I put my phone away. I do all the sleep hygiene things that I preach about. And nothing. Nada. My sinuses go into high drive. All the thoughts I’m worried about come rushing through my brain. Thoughts of lobotomies come to mind at five in the morning after several hours of tossing and turning.
I can’t fall asleep before six am no matter what I do. I’m trying to get back into a regular routine with a healthy diet and regular cardio exercise. I even got outside yesterday for a short walk to take out the garbage. And I will do that again in the next few hours.
Maybe it’s because the days are still so short here. I don’t know. All I know is I’m cranky. Tired. And just want my life back.
That’s it. That’s all there is to this post. Just a general I hate Mondays post.
It doesn’t help that I had a bunch of weird dreams about my ex. And there was one dream where there were like a dozen guys who were doing fundraising or some kind of charity event and they were in our old house asking for money. I spoke up and said I didn’t have the money, or a date or a ride. And at least three guys yelled “I’ll take you!” So, I guess that’s a good thing? One can dream right?
Screw you Monday. Maybe I should just go back to bed.