My husband looked at me laying on my desk this morning and hurried himself at the little one out the door this morning. Why? So I could crawl back into bed. After a week or two of being a morning zombie in spite of my best sleep-at-certain-times-to-hit-the-sleep-cycle-right, we opted for pressing the reset button. I’m not a fan of naps; we usually don’t get on. I usually end up feeling very nauseous and horrible, which makes the prospect of one displeasing. But it worked once that sleeping the day through reset the zombietiems, so hopefully today will do that too. Because if ti does, that also is a boon to my mood — nobody likes being unfunctioning for large swathes of their day!

So yeah, it’s a bit of a desperation ploy, but I guess we’ll see tomorrow if it does any good. For now, I’m headachy and not really hungry, and my brain is still a bit fuzzy, but I feel a bit more together. I think. It’s sort of hard to tell down at this vantage, heh. I know I’m feeling slightly more mood stable, but I don’t think it’s anywhere near to a ‘normal’ point. There are tears still hiding out, waiting to escape if I do something ‘stupid’ and tip the balance to a tiny bit sadder. If this helps stable me up a bit, then I’ll be happy to drag corpse into work next week. I need to; I can’t let myself hide out forever (as seductive as that sounds).

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