Mondays are always tired days in our house - Paul is up at 5ish in order to get the train to London, to head to work for the week.
I often doze off again for an hour, but the sleep during the night is usually broken, as we toss and turn, anticipating the early alarm call.
Last night, I was supping decaf, scoffing Dairy Milk, and catching up on DCI Banks at 10:30pm.
Once the TV programme had finished, I mysteriously decided to work through the Planning workbook for How to Style Your Brand...why oh why had inspiration eluded me all evening, yet just as I should be heading upstairs to catch up on some much needed sleep, there I was on the sofa furiously scribbling away my thoughts????
Self- sabotage I call it, and I have absolutely no idea why I do it.
Today I am nursing a hefty chocolate hangover...so much dairy (not just Cadburys) has been consumed over the weekend, that it has rendered my sinuses blocked and unhappy, and left me with a stonking headache and feeling mildly nauseous. Silly Sarah. [Though the meal that Paul cooked up on Saturday evening (the Culprit) was most definitely worth it].
I've even been back to bed for a power nap this morning - I never do that!
Even more shocking is that I actually nodded off straight away.
On the up side, I can actually concentrate now, and stand a much better chance of making it through until actual bedtime, before running for my bed!
So, self-sabotage...is it just me? Do you do it? Has anyone sussed out why we do it? Is it due to a strange sporadic masochistic desire...to trip ourselves up before we've even got going?
Who knows?!
What I DO know, is that there will be none of it tonight - tonight I will be tucked up nice and early, ready to welcome Slumber's warm and cloud like embrace.
Sarah
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