The past few nights I have been "nesting". You know- cleaning out my closet, making space for Danny, scrubbing the toilets, vacuuming, filling bags to the Goodwill...and all in the middle of the night. Needless to say, I have been tired and out of energy during the day. So last night I decided to do something about it.
Around midnight I took a couple sleeping pills. I had bought these pills for a trip to Chicago I made last year because, quite frankly, sleeping through a plane ride is well worth the neck and back cramps. Anyhow, within 10 minutes I went from being on my hands and knees scrubbing grout to completely passed out in bed. Finally, some rest.
6:45 am rolled around and my alarm went off. Time to get up for my workout date. Seriously, I couldn't do it. I fought it for a good ten minutes and then rolled out of bed, changed, brushed my teeth, and drove on auto pilot to my soon to be sister in laws.
I don't really remember the workout. I'm not sure I even really did it. But I did...and planned to come home to make coffee and get ready for work. But...that plan changed when I came home and couldn't do anything else but pass out on my bed. For three more hours. Yikes.
Woke up again around 10:30. Still groggy. Oh my gosh- what is going on with me? Got up, grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills. No directions on it. Peeled up the wrapper cover (sneaky!) and read the recommended dosage: for adults- 1 pill every 24 hours.
The lessons of today are many...
- read the bottle, even if you have to peel it up
-don't accidently take 2 when you're only supposed to take 1
-if you do take 2 by chance, make sure you are willing to sleep for 11 hours and spend the rest of the day in a fog
Praise God this didn't happen Thursday night...I'll do anything to not look like Sam's sister in Sixteen Candles. (and I'm not just referring to the shoulder pads.)
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