It started Sunday when I stayed up a little too late. I was just trying to get things done, finish up some work, and before I knew it, the clock was creeping into the AM hours and I wasn't even yawning.
So Monday morning I didn't wake up as early as I needed to get out for our walk. Poor Sudo. Monday night was a repeat of Sunday night and I woke up so late on Tuesday morning that the kids were late to school. Then I gave The Organization Project a firm kick in the nuts yesterday afternoon when at 3 o'clock I decided I needed a nap.
And all those nasty thoughts are creeping in. Self defeating thoughts.
"What's so great about being a morning person, anyway?"
"I work better at night."
"I've been functioning just fine for this long." (That one is just an outright lie.)
I know I have to jump back on the wagon. I just hate going to bed at 10:30. I mean, so much happens after 10:30. All the best Bravo shows, most Internet drama trainwrecks, and eBay's highest traffic times are all happening after 10:30.
It is a bumpy and rickety wagon to have to cling to, y'all.