This is me the last week or two again. Ds got picked up yesterday at about 4.00. I sat down on the sofa, kicked my shoes off, and said I would put my feet up, just for a minute. Then just for another 5... I woke up cocooned in a fluffy blanket, about 5 hours later. It was still daylight out, I had no clue what time (or day) it was. Had a mini heart attack wondering were the hell ds was (house was silent). Rememered he was with my mum, located phone, realised I hadn't missed work, and calmed down a bit. Sore all over from sleeping at a weird angle on uncomfy sofa. Then had a glass of water and a good look round at all the stuff I didn't get done, and still had absolutely no energy or to do. Eventually got some stuff done, went to bed, slept on and off only to wake up mentally wide awake, far too late to start hoovering etc (though I was still too sore anyways), at stupid o'clock.
All I want to do now is sleep again, but I know I'm better forcing myself to get some crap done, tidy my room etc and I'll get a better quality of sleep, and hopefully not wake up at stupid o'clock again. My warm comfy bed's been calling me since I had to drag myself out of it this morning.
Sometimes, if I try to sleep when I know I have stuff to do, I get anxiety dreams/nightmares? It's like one part of my brain is trying it's hardest to bitchslap wake the other part? For me it's not just physical tiredness (the heavy, achey feeling is bad enough), it's mental too? I feel like I just want to be able to turn my brain off, for as long as it needs it, but can only do that on Saturday nights (so I stay in and re charge my batteries, instead of going out).
I'm hoping a good nights sleep and a lie in will do me some good, sooo glad tomorrow is Sunday. It'll be a peaceful one here 