I’m normally in bed by midnight on a Saturday night – maybe, if something big is happening, I’ll have a super late night and stay up until 2. Crazy, right? Sarcasm intended. When you only have two days to recharge every weekend, I don’t really think it’s a good idea to spend that little time absolutely exhausted anymore. Do I sound boring? Probably. Maybe I’m getting old. After years of abusing my body clock, to a point where I was pretty much nocturnal, I just thought it was about time I tried to create some sort of healthy routine!
Despite all that, I didn’t go to sleep until 6am on Sunday morning… and I’m paying for it now. After deciding to make an effort to stay up and watch Nate Diaz’s and Conor McGregor’s rematch at UFC 202, I finally got a handful of hours sleep at Matt’s brother’s house before grabbing taxi back home this morning. Not only was I completely sleep deprived but I was suffering from the worst hangover of all time. It’s my own fault, of course, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. If you’re feeling generous, send your pity this way.
As you can imagine, today was spent doing not much at all. I had a cuddle with Matthew whilst we watched cheesy daytime television, ate some super buttery toast and then went to bed. Again. I’m awake now and, although I have a monstrous headache, I can stand without seeing triple. So, you know, silver linings and all that.
I’m going to spend the remainder of my Sunday in the bath with a Lush bath bomb. They’re magical. Somehow, they make all of your troubles feel so insignificant. I’ll probably throw in a cup of tea, a good book and a little bit of chocolate too. Just to be sure.
How did you spend your weekend? 🙂
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