That’s all I seem to bloody do. Sleep. Rest. Rest. Sleep.
Sleep, rest, sleep, repeat.
I know I know, stop being a whingey idiot and just get on with it. I need to rest to get better. I get it, I get it.
When you’ve been going 100mph though and you suddenly have to stop, it’s tough.
I want to do stuff and to be back to normal.
The OH is exhausted because he’s having to do so much and I feel guilty.
So I’m sat here, resting then I will sleep. Followed by more rest and sleep, where I’ve become a grumpy, moany person. (More so than usual)