We really aren’t at our best in the morning, especially when we’ve had a bad night. Last night we went to bed, as far as I know went to sleep, and woke up a few hours later under the bed. Hiding away where we feel safe is fine but we’re too old, too stiff, to inflexible to be doing this really and it was an effort to commando crawl out. So today we’re going to give some serious thought to where else would make a safe hiding place for when it’s needed, which seems to be a lot lately.
Getting up when it’s dark is a big problem too – we can’t quite work out that it’s morning and we’re meant to be up unless it’s daylight. After two weeks of getting up when we’re ready in the school holidays it’s a bit of a shock to the system to be fumbling around in the dark.
We’re meant to be going into town today, for the first time in goodness knows how long, to go to the bank but our time would be better spent at home so that’s probably on hold til tomorrow. We see our CPN on Wednesday and our psych on Friday, and our daughter has an appointment on Thursday as well as exams all week but there’s plenty of time spare to get to the bank and no real rush to go. We’ll get there eventually.
Himself starts training for his new job today which means he’s only here to see our daughter at weekends so our focus at the moment is on getting through the next ten weeks – that sounds like a long time – unscathed. As we’ve been doing for the last however many weeks, it’s a case of muddling through as best we can.