Doomed to Party All Night

What’s up, party people? Me. I’m up. Hypomania? Perhaps. Time will tell. The good news is, I have little disposable income. So I won’t be going on a shopping spree anytime soon.

National Novel Writing Month is coming up. They have free tools on the website, which I discovered a few days ago. I’ve never participated. I started a romance novel (sans sex) maybe thirteen years ago. I never completed it. I think, in light of the fact that I can’t sleep, I need to finish it. Or at least compile that book of essays.

I haven’t had much time to write as of late. Too many appointments, too many phone calls. We average four appointments a week. I had only one slated for this week and wah-lah! It multiplied into four. I have to call the school psychologist back today and fill out another test.

I did manage to get a flu shot at Costco yesterday. Only $19.99! I insisted on paying cash, and the kind pharmacy tech insisted that my insurance probably covers a flu shot. But you see, I called, and it doesn’t. “That’s kind of crappy,” she commented. Exactly. That is the most succinct summary of the plan currently offered to me. The nice thing is, I have been there a year, so I am finally eligible for EAP. I asked about it several months ago. Before the added stress of online school. I would call, but I have so many other appointments at the moment.

Self-care. Apparently it’s important. Who knew? I am up in the middle of the night. Plenty of me-time, am I right? Updated the resume and applied to a position. These lovely ladies took the opportunity nap in my stead.

Mona looks personally offended. Not at all ready for her close-up.

I know I brought this on myself. Bought mass quantities of chocolate at Costco on my way out. Looked for lettuce as well, because life is about balance. Couldn’t find what I was looking for, because life is also a b**** sometimes. Had a biscotti with a cup of coffee at three in the afternoon. Hence, I am awake now.

The funny thing is, I know my child will complain about HIS lack of sleep when I get him up in three hours.

And I must remember, in my sleep-deprived state, not to go out the front door. The concrete guys showed up early to fix our sidewalk. So that the rain and snow runoff doesn’t pool by the downstairs window and leak through the wall.

And with that mental note, I am off to make more coffee. I’m to that point where if I go back to sleep, I will just feel worse when I have to get up. I think I’ll indulge myself in the eternal delight that is laundry. Indeed, Fifth Dimension. That sleeping pill I took was, in fact, a waste of time…

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