Why is it you drag yourself though the day, longing for your bed, and when finally you can allow yourself to sleep, insomnia kicks in, and YOU CAN’T!!! I just don’t understand why my brain switches into google brain at night and needs to ask, and answer, a million and nine pointless questions??
It’s not like I have something specific to worry about and I’m trying to solve it. I am literally thinking random thoughts about things that in daylight hours I could solve in a couple of minutes. Shall I do a dark wash tomorrow? Must check the kids put all their school uniform in the laundry bin before I start the dark wash. Did I buy the detergent for dark washes? Maybe I should do a white wash then? Ah bugger, I wish I’d soaked their tops in Vanish then? OK, I should do a colored wash, ah but then I should change my daughters sheets before I do that and I won’t have time before I leave for work? Oh work? Is it Brenda’s birthday this week? Maybe I should do a collection? Wonder what she’d like? I wonder if everyone would contribute? Didn’t Pauline and her fall out? What was that about again? Honestly, my stream of thoughts is ridiculous!
Hopefully I bored you enough with this vent that at least one of us is sleeping?