I’ve been getting about 5 hours of sleep every night and it’s driving me nuts. I even tried to take tomorrow off as a sick day so I can catch up on my sleep but they won’t let me. Last night I was shrieking and crying and giggling and pretty much cracking up — because I get home at about 2am to find out that a cat had puked in the bedsheets. Probably Pied; she’s a bit bulimic… Didn’t even notice it until I had the lights off and I slid into bed.
So I got that cleaned up and finally got to sleep. My psychiatrist told me to get more sleep but the boss won’t let me. (The worst part is that I’d probably make the same decision — I’m the only one left of an original team of three. One quit, one’s on vacation and one’s me.) I can’t skip the premarital counseling tonight, and I’ll be moving Jodi out of her apartment as soon as someone signs a sublease. (Possibly tonight.) After that it’ll be time to move us into the new place. (This may be the best part though, because and , bless them, are available to help us move. If I could hire them to sleep for me, I would.) I can’t see there being less stress until after closing on March 12, although maybe I’ll get eight or more hours of sleep one of these nights.
Oh, and one of my customers’ parent companies is spamming for them. Not through our network, but I got spam telling me I should get a degree from them. Wish I could spank ’em.
Mostly, I wish I could sleep.