This morning, I had a tussle with my inner diva. The past few days I've been allowing molehills to turn into mountains and had just about reached my can't cope point.
So today I was planning on an extra rest day and a nice little sleep-in, thinking that would get me through the day. Unfortunately the domestic schedule had other ideas. Bike Boy had an early flight to catch and, in spite of doing his best to be as quiet as a mouse, I was awake before 6:00am and didn't manage to get back to sleep.
There was a fair bit of stomping around, plus some sighing and feeling generally hard done by. Facing the traffic was not very attractive. Dealing with squabbling teenagers wasn't thrilling me either. Being a solo parent for a few days? Bah! My inner diva was getting ready to launch into full-blown drama queen mode, when I had a lightbulb moment and realised that 99% of my problem was lack of sleep. I've had maybe two decent uninterrupted nights in the past six weeks or so.
As I've noted before, lack of sleep makes me irrational, cranky, sends my appetite out of control and makes it impossible for me to deal with stuff that ordinarily would just make me roll my eyes and get on with it.
I don't have insomnia - I can sleep soundly if I'm allowed to. If I was the paranoid type though, I'd be thinking that there's some kind of conspiracy going on to drive me insane through sleep deprivation. If it's not Bike Boy snoring or twitching, it's Number One Son tiptoeing in on his elephant feet at 3:00am. Or the garbos crashing down the street at 5:15am. Or my stupid nose deciding to stage a major bleed at midnight. Or something.
So, my plan is to do everything I possibly can to ensure a good night's sleep, then repeat as required till I feel better. Otherwise, my inner diva is going to end up throwing a full-blown prima donna tantrum, and that never ends well. Unless of course, you actually have a large entourage who are paid well enough to put up with your shit. Sadly, not the case here.
Instead, this is my simple plan:
1. No coffee after 6:00pm
2. Bedtime at 9:30pm (not tonight though, have to go pick up The Middle Child from work at 10:00)
3. Arrange my training schedule so that I can sleep till 6:00 most days
4. Take my ZMA
5. Pack the kids off to their rooms when I go to bed. No TV noise and no stomping around the house. That's going to go down well....
Let's hope that does the job. If things don't improve in a few days, it may not be safe to be around me. Besides, I need to get things DONE. I don't have time for this drama stuff.