Yesterday I could not say one nice word. I was impatient with my son in the morning. I wanted to throttle my coworker, and considered quitting my job just so I wouldn't have to see some of them ever again. I snapped at my husband. Again. And again.
What up with me?
I realized I'd tossed and turned all night. Anxiety dreams. Scary dreams. Lots of interruptions. Who knows why (residual grumpiness: I'll blame my husband) but it sure is remarkable how much sleep, or lack of it, affects you.
Good thing I zonked last night. Who knows what kind of obnoxiousness I would've got myself into otherwise.
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