I am finding out just how important sleep is in my life. Lately, I have been:
- Sleeping through 3 alarms, even on the weekends
- Waking up later and later for work. This morning, I woke up at 8:30. I have to be to work by 9.
- Drinking a lot of coffee, like 4 or more cups a day
- Having moments of extreme snippiness then crying as if I’ve been dumped. I liken it to a tired toddler.
- I eat more.
I have come to point where I must tell my brother that I can’t pick him up any more. I have been picking him up at the train station since Dad had the stroke/aneurysm. He works 3-11 and lately, he hasn’t been getting off the train until 12:45. This means by the time I drop him off at his apartment, then get home and to bed, it is around 1:30 and falling asleep, maybe 2.
I am supposed to be up for work at 6. I can’t do it. It is affecting my life too much. I hate to do this to him. I know that I have been a bit too close and involved/wrapped up in my family. It is a problem and a major source of anxiety in my life.
My number one goal this week is to SLEEP and talk to my brother.
My number 2 goal is to journal. I need to journal again. I need to have a good ass kicking for lack of journaling.