Here’s a bad idea in case you were making a list:
1) Having a glass of wine (and an Ambien) at 9.
2) When husband goes to bed at 11-ish, swearing that I’ll come to bed “as soon as this game of Canasta’s over!” and staying up.
3) At midnight, deciding that another glass of wine is a great idea. And that I’m not remotely tired. And that I should start re-re-re-reading a notorious trilogy that’s not the Hunger Games (which I am also re-reading)
Thirty seconds after finishing the second glass of wine (and 10% of Fifty Shades of Mumble Mumble), it was bedtime.
I don’t know if it was due to the 6 hours of sleep, the Day of Living Without Crazy Pills or just the general indignity of Mondays, but today sucked.