Eaurgh, has it really only been a month since Lilbit has gone back to school?! She’s having a great time, and has done a fantastic job ingratiating herself with the head teacher at the lower school. As we don’t currently live in the village, our chances of getting her into the lower school are slim at best, so hopefully her own (done by herself with no prompting from us) actions will help make that chance less slim. We’d really like for her to be able to attend the same schools as her father; I’m especially sappy about this, as we moved often and I attended some nine schools before completing mandatory education.
The quando (when) is me continuing to grump about the difficulty of adjusting my sleep schedule. I’m trying to go to bed earlier, but I’m still waking up feeling rather drowsy and run down. I’m not getting to sleep easily, which is always a nuisance. I’m consuming way more soda than even I think it reasonable these days trying to get my motor running, and it’s just sort of annoying. I’m still holding up mood-wise, but I’m also not doing a lot to reach outside of my immediate bubble. Preservation dictates that I have been especially crappy about visiting my friends’ blogs and engaging as I would prefer to. Emails are languishing for days for me to find the mental resources to create simple responses. I’m getting there, slowly but surely… I’d prefer to not be all molassesesesed up though.
But hey, this too will pass, right? That’s been one of my life-long philosophies. And really, I can chide myself and chuckle that if we do manage to get pregnant in the near future (we’re currently trying, so wish us luck), my sleep will be muuuch more annoying then, ha ha. And looking at it that way… this might not be brilliant, but it could be worse (a sub-point of the aforementioned philosophy).
For now though, I should drink more water, and get back to work. *nodnods* Hope everyone out there is doing well.