So we are moving into a month of Brett working nights. I wish I could say things have gotten easier, but not really. I don't think I have ever slept as little as I have in the past two weeks. Sleep deprivation and myself do not mix well. Last night I put the hamburgers in the sink and the other day I put the milk in the cabinet.
However I have made some baby steps to being more comfortable at home.
Last Thursday my cell phone died. Flat out died and wouldn't work. I had to go buy a new one. It was 7p.m. and it was dark. Usually my house is Fort Knox by 6 p.m. I braved the dark and went and bought a new phone. All my myself. In the dark. At night. Did I mention it was dark?
Then that Friday night I stayed in the living room until 11:30 p.m. Yay! That is a huge achievement for me! I cannot believe that I made that long.
Monday night it was raining and I kept the windows in the living room open until I couldn't stand the cold air any longer. Normally, I would have closed the windows and locked everything up.
So to toot my own horn I have made baby steps. And I am proud of myself. I know that some of you are probably thinking I am nuts, but this is who I am. I am attempting another baby step tonight: going to a friends house and returning later than normal. Wish me luck!
