Why does feeling like this:
Every day last week I came home emotionally spent from dealing with an unpleasant labor relations issue, not exactly my forte. Every evening I was on “supportive mom” duty for our daughter as she had stress freak-outs (perfectly reasonably) over her student teaching semester. I was literally in bed and DONE for the day by 7:00. Not asleep by 7:00, but hiding from the world in my beautiful new bedroom, taking refuge in books, Netflix, and Nancy Drew computer games. I only got two fairly decent – though fitful – sleeps, on the nights I resorted to my old buddy, Benedryl.
Last night, the perimenopausal hot flash hormones kicked back in after a couple of weeks of hibernation, which meant yet another sleepless night. With the added joy of a sweat-dampened pajama top.
My planner for the coming week includes some unusual events, a meeting that’s unlikely to go well due to the presence of two warring factions, and a continuation of the labor relations issue.
I’m starting to wish I liked wine. Chocolate isn’t quite doing the trick.