Walking up on Monday morning all psyched up to do my morning run, well it just wasn’t going to happen! I woke feeling like I hadn’t slept, even though I had, like a log!
I had every intention of going, but I somehow found myself curled up on the settee with our big fluffy blanket and decide a few minutes to have a morning power nap to try and wake up wouldn’t hurt as it was still only 6.30am.
However, I had committed the cardinal sin as far as my body clock is concerned, I allowed myself to snooze, several times may I add!?
Finally, at 8.45 I literally jumped off the settee in melodramatic fashion at the thought of being late to work.
Now I’m married to the boss so, clearly, I can’t really get the sack, but I hate being late for anything. I need time to get ready, time sit in peace and do some vital mini chores before i can feel even remotely alive!
So another day bites the dust…
… Must do better tomorrow! x