Yesterday I worked for a little over 11 hours. I got home at about 9:30 and was so beat! I think it has something to do with the long drive to our event, and being on my feet with high energy for 5 hours. I bought a pizza on the way home. Shoved it in my face and then curled up in bed. I had a Capri-sun that I had brought to bed and fell asleep before even poking the straw through the pouch. I woke up at about 1am and stumbled over to the sink to take out my contacts and wash my make up off. I still have bright red lip stain on. . . I looked like a hussy!
Shia woke me up at 4am and wanted to sleep on our bed. I just needed sleep so badly (yeah I don't plan to have kids soon) I legit started to cry and let her hop on the bed. She curled right up and I sobbed alone. Well Jared was there but he was asleep. That's when it happened. I hit rock bottom. I once again stumbled out of bed and took nyquil. Problem solved. I zonked. The problem then began today when I pressed snooze 3 times and left for work 20 minutes later than usual. I really don't look my best today. It happens.
When I don't get a good night sleep I get pretty bad anxiety. I feel like I need to start my whole day over and I get the overwhelming need to clean and organize everything. I think it's because that doesn't take brain work and it makes you feel productive. Plus when my house is clean then I always sleep better. I love plopping my head down on a fresh pillowcase and curling my toes up in new clean sheets.
I get to work and I felt so off. I decided to let my crazy show. I cleaned my whole area. Which includes 2 other people's belongings. That didn't stop me. I went ahead and straightened all their things along with my own and NO I didn't stop there I went over to our little mini-kitchen and cleaned and lysol'ed everything. That allowed me to work until my lunch...
On my lunch I went home and went bizurk. I took off the clothes I was wearing because they were a sloppy-morning-after-long-night-choice. I cleaned our bathroom, made our bed, put laundry in the wash, cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes. I felt like Sonic. I was zooming around the house and the pups were chasing me thinking it was a game. Then I grabbed some left over pizza and ate it in the car on the way back to work.
Moral of the story is that I cannot hide my crazy.
What about you? Any times where you didn't do a stand up job hiding your crazy?
