I caught something.
My stomach has been killing me since Saturday.
This has made for a less-than-productive week so far....
Last week, though?
Was pretty great.
The self-imposed schedule worked out in all its type-A splendor.
I got up early, I showered, I. got. shit. DONE.
Getting up that early kicked my ass, but it was kinda worth it just to feel so accomplished at the end of the day ANNNNND be dressed!
I felt like a whole new world was being opened up to me!
Then Saturday's gut-rot hit, and I started to fall sorely behind.
Crap! Can't lose this momentum already....
Today, I was determined to get back on schedule!! If I publish this post, I will be. Squee! (it's the little things)
However, My husband is determined to thwart my new early-rising lifestyle change....
He doesn't want me to get up at the Dawn of Man.
He wants me to sleep as much as possible.
My health, my CFS, blah, blah, blah....
He's loving, and sweet, and concerned, but he is also annoying.
He turns my alarm off!
I have tried to explain the method to my madness, but he says that I am just being stubborn.
I say that I'm just trying to stay SANE.
He may not care about squalor and mountain ranges of laundry, but I do!
And while he is an amazing husband in many respects, his organizational/housekeeping skills are not among the top ten....or twenty, really....
We need to find a compromise, or our son needs to take daily 4 hour naps.
Not sure either will happen.
I need to go to bed.
That Dawn of Man approaches far more quickly than one might think.
If my alarm stays on, that is.