Just chill.

I realized a little too late that a week of two people pulling fifteen hour days is not the most healthy thing. That's when the not so nice, big monsters of my personality creep out.

-frustration
-irrational-ism
-selfishness

I had a little sob on my pillow Thursday night, verbalized VERY CLEARLY all the emotions I was feeling, and then Arden graciously reminded me that sleep just MIGHT be the best remedy.

Wouldn't you know it. 9 hours of sleep later, I awoke with a clear head, and a brighter outlook on life.

I am not nice to be around when I am tired and hungry. Check.

Yesterday I actually remembered to eat breakfast, played some music with Mr. Keene, visited with Farmor over a cup of coffee, stumbled upon the cutest pea-coat I have ever set eyes on, nearly fainted when it was 80% off, and then brought that little number home. It would be far too shallow to say that shopping remedied my grouchiness.

But it helped.

Today is a day of working on little tasks on and off, chatting lots with Arden, and sipping coffee. I am feeling a little more grounded. Sleep does that. Breakfast too.