My Saturday was uneventful, I cleaned the upstairs of my house (including the dreaded daughters mess of a room) I made perfume with my daughter and did nothing much else for the rest of the day.
Last night I couldn’t sleep I was up until 3am with horrible anxiety, the type of anxiety some get from drinking too much although I hadn’t had a drink. So many thoughts and feelings running though my head, my heart pounding and feeling that dreaded sense of being completely lost. I hate those nights.
This morning I could have quite easily stayed in bed for the whole day hiding my head under the covers. But I dragged myself up and make sure I got washed and dressed.
I had planned on going shopping today to Sainsbury’s but I don’t think that will happen now. The Mr is cooking a roast dinner yummy and has put walking dead on (which we’re well behind on). Our daughter is in her room trashing it already with her Lego (that’s going to hurt later when I go to clean it up, note to self ensure I’m wearing shoes) why can’t someone invent a Lego picker up’er.
I’ve got the dining room to clean, the beds to change and some sewing to complete today. I want to make sure I at least get these things done as I’ll feel like I’ve accomplished something then.
Coffeebreakgal 