Do you have a bed in your home? Do you ever leave your front door unlocked or perhaps a window ajar?
If you have answered ‘yes’ to any of these questions, then you are at risk for finding me taking a nap in your house.
You can call me No-ldilocks.
This round of chemo was acutely worse for the first week. Now my main problem is exhaustion. I spend a solid amount of my day yawning and calculating my next nap.
Now I have always loved a nap, but this is different. This is like Olympic level napping. When I reach that plateau, I need to find a soft landing pad cause I am going down.
Instead of planning my day around meals, I plan my day around naps. If I don’t get one (or two or three), I become even more useless than I was to start out with. I really am turning into a giant, bald, cranky baby.
I am a loungehound by nature, but I also love to exercise and not having the energy to do so, has aided and abetted in my increased sour mood. As I lay supine for the billionth time a day, I am overwhelmed with my lament over becoming a sloth.
Now listen, I LOVE sloths. I respect the shit out of their work ethic and general modus operandi, but a sloth-like lifestyle doesn’t work for me full-time. To add another cool ‘S’ word into the mix, I feel I am becoming slovenly (google it).
Speaking of slovenly behavior… In the absence of hair, it is quite easy to just forget to bathe. Taking a shower is so lame these days. I soap up, rinse off, get out. It’s a snoozefest and regrettably forgettable. Nothing to lather, nothing to shave, just boring old cleanliness.
If you mixed Pigpen + a sloth + a over-tired baby = Me.
I realize I am selling my sex appeal hard on this blog post. Good luck not dreaming about me tonight.
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You are cuter than any baby sloth, sister!!!!!!
Well you’ll have every excuse to nap and watch late night Rhythmic gymnastics next weekend on the tv! Keeping you and your family in our prayers. Xoxo
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And the gold medal for napping goes to…drum roll…Grace!
My husband takes the silver (and he doesn’t have cancer), I’m not even in the running – I’m insomnia girl. 😳