This last week was a really rough one for me. Work was the kind of stressful that manifests itself in no time to breathe or pee or read all of my emails or listen to any (heh) of my voicemails or anything really except throw milk-sugar-chocolate-coffee down my throat repeatedly.
Combatting work stress with soul mochas results in some caffeine anxiety on top of work stress anxiety which all leads to headaches and neck aches and not sleeping well. Or at all.
While my Sleep Cycle app is awesome for pointing the finger at my husband or dogs for waking me up at night (at 3:30am my sleep graph says! no denying it!), its also pretty awesome at reinforcing when I feel I had hardly slept.
Like Tuesday night this week. And Wednesday. Oh and Thursday, too.
It's one thing to feel like I didn't sleep, and it's quite another to have scientific proof that I didn't sleep. It's actually not all that helpful beyond being able to say to myself, "No wonder I feel like crap."
I am declaring this weekend to be one of mental health. I will do things to increase my sanity quotient and my ability to sleep.
It will be magical.
There is little as heart wrenching as watching Olive being dragged into the back room at the groomer's: legs splayed, nails attempting to dig into the concrete floor, eyes wide and panicked despite the sleepy pills taking effect.
But oh man, Spring Olive is a different dog. A dog with feet! And long legs! And pigtails! And eyeballs! And... a little more chub than I remember from last fall.
Mitzi did not get a haircut but was very interested in all of the hullablaoo and also why is Olive getting treats? Mitzi wants treats! Mitzi is a good girl!
Mitzi also isn't allowed onto the furniture and it was extremely difficult to get her up onto the bench. Once she was there it took a lot of treats and praise to get her out of the ears-back-eyes-wide-OMG-I'm-going-to-be-in-so-much-trouble look.
And then I made Donovan sit for me for TWO MINUTES OH MY GOD even though he's not doing anything with his hair this week. It was a traumatizing experience as one might as expect. Because teenagers.
I've been walking around Juneau for 90 minutes and have been offered lettuce starters and a rose. I accepted the rose. 9 hours ago