Blanket.

Hello.

Great. So now, on top of everything else, I can’t sleep properly. Two nights running has seen me drag myself off to bed only to lay awake until after 2 o’clock before sleeping intermittently until the alarm goes off at 6.30. I’m still following my rigid caffeine-free tea & coffee routine in the afternoons and doing nothing that might make a difference elsewhere. Listening to music doesn’t send me off, although it usually would and I can’t concentrate enough to read. Getting up is out of the question because while I can’t sleep I am knackered. I’ve never needed that much sleep but after two nights I’ve got a headache and a twitching eyelid.

I went to work yesterday although I was in two minds about it. I explained to Boss, after being a bit snappy at the morning’s staff meeting, how I was feeling (miserable, on the verge of tears, no-energy and so on) and bless him he unbidden went away and changed today’s rota so that I am not having to cover the shopfloor for more than an hour.

Work was okay I suppose. I got some stuff done, albeit slowly. I was glad to come home at the end of it. In fact I’d considered leaving early but in the end I pushed myself to stay a little longer, then a little longer still… and in the end there was no point at all in doing anything other than stopping until closing time. I started cooking when I got in, spoke to Mum when she phoned (she’d been trying my mobile all afternoon but it was in my bag and I hadn’t heard it buzzing) to arrange going there tonight and my good friend TW came round for the evening. He’s one of the few people who has never been in the least bit irritating when I’m feeling like this, so it was nice to see him. He has similar periods from time to time and so is very understanding.

Now, I’m under no illusions that I’m suffering from any sort of severe depression (I’ve seen that in action) or insomnia (seen that, too) so I hope what I’m writing about doesn’t seem to be demeaning those illnesses. I also appreciate that anyone with a new baby (and often not such a new one) tends not to have a whole night’s sleep (as was once pointed out to me by a haggard Dad when I moaned about a lost hour once.)

Anyway, time to have a quick peak at the papers online and then go and get ready for work. Perhaps a shower will get rid of the invisible blanket that seems to have fastened itself round my head.