So, it’s nearly 1am, I have a photo shoot for a national magazine tomorrow and what am I doing? Sitting on the sofa, wondering why I can’t sleep.
Like huh? I need to look at my best, whatever that is. I’ve tried thinking of Edward Cullen in his Volvo, rescuing me and it’s not worked. I’ve snuggled up to Lovely Bloke and that’s not worked. I’ve even looked at my work emails, to see what needs doing.
It’s been my personal mission to try and catch up on 5 years of broken sleep, in the last few weeks. Why? Because I’ve realised that my being unwell could be to do with the fact that I’m so sleep deprived. Hence the irony of being awake at this time. There’s nothing particularly on my mind. I’m self employed so I’m always thinking about work but I’ve been good and recruited more people to the team recently, and that’s working out well on the whole. I don’t know what it is.
My family is fine- you’ll not I’ve not said well behaved, or “has stopped doing poo’s in their bedtime nappies and throwing them down the stairs to me” – that would be too much to hope for. Rome wasn’t built in a day, was it? 😉
I’m yawning away, but as I lie down, I can’t relax enough to get to sleep. I’m all hyped up. And yet tomorrow I will look awful and not be able to stand up straight long enough for the photos. I’m going ot lie down on the sofa, put my rain app on, on my iphone and see if that helps me.
Something’s got to work soon, surely?
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