I'm in a strange mood today, neither one thing nor another. I'm putting it down to being completely shattered and hope that will be that with this strange mood.
For the last two weeks Little Bun has been waking in the wee hours. She stands by my sleeping side feeling guilty if she wakes me, but knowing she can't face walking back into her dark room either. I'm glad she does wake me, but it means restless sleep for me and her daddy. At eleven and a half it could be those old hormones and it could be nervousness about starting high school very soon.
I started each of my three teaching days this week like a bleary eyed zombie kept alive by strong mocha chocca coffee.
On Thursday night she slept straight through and I woke feeling bright eyed and bushy tailed.
My darling girl came in for a morning cuddle so thrilled that she'd slept all night. Her daddy said TOO SOON "well we've got through that stage then". I said nothing.
In celebration of our energetic selves we headed off to the beach to start our longer weekend.
I was so busy enjoying myself that I didn't take any photos other than our feet.
We beached, strolled the town, had afternoon tea on the terrace of a very lovely hotel and even fitted in a BBQ when we got home. All in all a tip top super day.
Last night sleep was disturbed again and I woke feeling punch drunk. Instead of facing reality and giving into the tiredness I've tried to do things.
Everything I've started today has been left drifting on it's own after a short time. Now I just feel frustrated with myself for wasting the day. I'm one of those people who hates to feel I'm wasting time, when I know in reality even resting isn't wasting time really. Why on earth didn't I just give up and snuggle on the sofa, watch films, sleep and knit.
Today my man has been flitting between football score watching and doodling.
I did a bit of mindless rearranging of stuff as you only do when your head is in your boots.
Then I chopped up a few squares from fabric I've been collecting for a while as a brief quilting urge came over me.
I even managed to stitch up two blocks before I abandoned them for another day.
Then I flitted to the skirt I'm making for Miss Rosey. It's a really simple quick pattern, but the minute I needed to find the interfacing I just couldn't be bothered. So that's been put to one side.
In the end I thought I'd come on here write down how I'm feeling to get my frustration of a nothinggy day out and then go and get cosy on that sofa. I've even solved the fact that neither of us can be bothered to go buy food and then cook it. Just up the road an Indian restaurant has finally opened that delivers which in the countryside is pretty modern stuff. Oh complete joy for the exhausted amongst us.