Last night I went to bed knowing that it was my last chance for several days to get a good, uninterrupted, sufficiently long night's sleep.
Tonight I'm doing a mobile disco and wont be in bed until about 3am.
Tomorrow is Connor's second birthday so I'll be up early to mow the lawn ready for the BBQ we're having and help with party preparations. Then we're unlikely to be in bed much before 2am when our friends leave (not that I'm complaining about that per se).
So last night I was looking forward to a good sleep.
Of course, last night was therefore another night of unexplained insomnia. F***ing 4am this morning I got to sleep. And got woke up at 7.30!
I swear my body chuffing hates me. It does this deliberately. It sabotages my best plans. Smegging body thing....
