Eternal

As one of my managers put it on Thursday; "this week, has been, eternal."  It's only actually been a four day week for me, but I know what she means.  I've been trying to fight off a cold all week, (I'm surrounded by cold germs in work, so there really is very little escape.)  I have managed to get some early nights, due to the fact that I'm pretty much unconscious as soon as I've eaten every evening.  My one problem is, I keep waking up at 2am for some reason.  I'm as bright as a button and usually end up jumping out of bed to tidy.  I know... who is this person typing this blog? 

Thursday afternoon and I positively ran out of work, I came home, did what I had to do, phone calls etc, took a herbal sleeping tablet then promptly slept for 12 hours.  Can you believe it?  12?  That's double figures.  My alarm woke me and I felt like a new woman.  I got up, breakfasted, ran for 30 minutes and it felt kind of great.  I'm going to use my time off to get back into a working out routine, plus, the exercise will help me ward off all the extra calories I'll be consuming ;)

The rain is positively torrential this morning, (Friday.)  I'm here, in my lovely window and I need to kill some time before heading to a friends for a catch up and a mince pie, this is before I head home to blitz the place.

It's now Christmas Eve.  Admittedly, I did fall a sleep at 7.30pm last night, but I woke at midnight.  I did what any normal insomniac would do and lay there for an hour, got up, had cereal followed by several coffees followed by toast followed by coffee.  Edited four, half written blog entries then posted them.  Figured out how to transfer NYC pics from disc to laptop then how to rename and upload onto Facebook.  Feeling a tad jaded at 4am, I headed for bed, lay there for 1.5 hours then got up, had more toast and coffee and ran for 30 minutes.  I then showered, and hit two supermarkets and a recycling station before getting here, in my window seat with a coffee at 9am with, yep... you guessed it, more toast, fruit toast this time.  What the heck is wrong with me?  I'm not a bit peckish, I'm starving all the time!  Why am I so hungry?

So, I get fuel then head for eldest sister's to drop off Great Nephew's present.  After a coffee and a gab, she hugs me like she'll never see me again.  What is going on?  Am I in an alternate universe?  Does she know something I don't?  Do I have some kind of weird insomniac super power making people like me?

Well, I get home and the blitzing continues.  I feel stressed beyond belief and feel like I'll never be ready for my visitors.  Surely Christmas isn't meant to be this stressful?  I know... it's all self inflicted.

By mid afternoon, things are looking a little better, except the Christmas tree lights have blown, well, they haven't really, it's the extension lead that's gone so I've sticky paper and glued another one together to make the lights, well, light up. 

I have washing up to do and making of beds and then that will have to do, I'm done, I'm exhausted, I've been awake for seventeen hours and I still have eight to go, it'll be fine, I can sleep tomorrow night.  Merry Christmas Eve x