2 fried eggs, an english muffin (no butter) and a coke.
The Blitz is going fine. It helps to go back to bed after the kid leaves for school and pass out until 11 and combine breakfast and lunch.
My sleep is so off, I just can't get a handle on it. I thought that taking brisk walks would help me sleep normally, but not yet.
Is this the beginnings of menopause? Is this what I have to look forward to? Sleeping at inappropriate times? And just because I love my bed and I love staying in it for as long as I can stave off the guilt for not being upright, it doesn't mean I'm depressed, does it? They say that depressed people don't want to get out of bed, and I've had that experience, but what if you want to stay in bed because you just love bed SO MUCH? And staying in bed is so much better than getting up and stripping said bed and throwing the sheets in the washing machine, and then doing some dishes and going to the UPS store? When I was crashed out in my bed this morning, with the radio blaring and a cat sitting on me, I can assure you that I was very, very happy.
But now I'm up. I'm not dressed, or anything outrageous like that, but at least I'm up. I really want to go to bed again, though. I have good stuff recorded on the DVR, and its freezing outside, and all the animals are all sleepy and cuddly. Its going to take all my will power to stay out of that bed! Its calling to me!