Is my new normal about being stupid?
Nothing is worse for your grief than lack of sleep. You know if you don’t sleep you are weepier and more prone to sinking into the black hole of grief despair.
And nothing kicks that up like that “spring forward” time of year. Not that I have any past experience with grief and spring forward.
I had started to get up earlier and felt a little lift with spring coming when seeing that sunshine come through the blinds. That was prior to Daylight Savings Time (DST).
Adjusting for me has always been hard. But it’s kicking my @$$ this year. So why are we still doing this?
The cows don’t participate, why should I?
The cows don’t adjust. They refuse.
They think it’s stupid and they’ve all agreed that this is some insane human charade that they simply are not going to be party to. So why don’t I just refuse to do it, too. Grow spots and hang with the cows.
This is simply too much to ask a grieving mother to do.
I finally get my sleep sort of regulated and then this big DST wrench is tossed in and I’m totally off kilter. Tossing and turning and not falling asleep and dragging in the morning.
My grief brain is worse than ever–getting lost, getting frustrated and in general battling dyscalculia (my learning disability) and back to putting 2pm appointments at 2am in 2017.
One step forward, two steps back.
