Weirdness multiplies as weeks progress

It’s funny how lack-of-sleep works. You go a few nights in a row with not-enough, so you’re a bit spaced out, but then when you get a good, proper session with the pillow you wake up feeling absolutely brilliant, but then the day afterwards you feel like shit. It’s as if the insomnia takes a few days to catch up with you. Maybe we have a ‘Snooze Bank’ inside, where we can store a few hours that we’ve had when we didn’t need them, so that when you have sleepless nights, you’re drawing on the sleep energy from the Snooze Bank to keep you going, but if it carries on for a few nights you get overdrawn and it takes a few nights of full sleeping before it’s all replenished again.

Not a theory that’s going to win me any Nobel prizes, I’m sure, but it’s a roundabout way of telling you I’ve been exhausted today. Bad timing, too, as I came home to find Philippa on one of her mad nesting sprees and wanting to re-arrange the living room for the third time this month. The two-seat sofa, it turns out, should be under the window, which is odd because ten days ago it was perfectly placed where it was, close to the kitchen door. I have learned, through this happy journey of pregnancy, to just go with it all and let her do what she needs to do, rather than try and point out that her change of mind is simply hormonal. The last thing a heavily-pregnant woman needs, especially in her first pregnancy, is the guy who impregnated her getting hacked off by her mood swings and letting her know that she’s being a bit wishy-washy, flippy-floppy, or grumpy. Learned that one the hard way, and I’ve shared it with you now so that hopefully you never have to go through it yourself.

RC 21-11-18