I haven't felt well since Saturday morning. I slept badly Saturday night and woke up Sunday morning with a migraine, presumably because I did not sleep well. I was so out of it I didn't take my migraine pills. I took regular Tylenol twice without noticing (yes, it's a good thing we don't have anything dangerous in our medicine cabinet). All I noticed was that I wasn't feeling any better.
By the time I figured out I was taking the wrong pills and took the right ones it was late afternoon.
Consequently, my headache is gone but I've been up most of the night. I went to bed at 9:15pm and tossed and turned until 12:30am when I finally fell asleep. L. woke up to pee at 1:30am and I've been awake since then.
I'm super excited she woke up to pee by the way. That was pretty awesome. I'd like to be sleeping right now but I'm also glad I'm not washing bed sheets. I'm a very proud mama.
Anyhow, after lying in bed thinking about random stuff for several hours (for example, situations I wish I'd handled differently in college, my good friend who is in labor or already had her baby by now, whether or not we should start weaning, where I might find work if/when I'm ready to go back in the distant future, etc.) I decided to get up and read or write or do something.
There is only so long I can lie in bed not sleeping.
So here I am.