It's Monday. And I'm feeling it.
We had a really great weekend. Nothing exciting, really, just a low-key weekend at home--my favorite kind.
I should feel rested and relaxed, no?
Sometime early, early on Sunday morning, John awoke to hear weird banging noises outside. After listening for a few minutes, he decided it sounded like it was coming from our basement. So, he woke me up and told me what was going on and that he was going downstairs to investigate. He might as well have told me he was going downstairs to get jumped by a gang of thieves.
Calm was not my immediate response.
Turns out it was nothing. Or at least he found nothing down there.
But I was WIDE AWAKE for the next three hours. I lay there terrified of every little sound, sure that it was an intruder in our house.
FINALLY, I fell back asleep for an hour or two before it was time to get up for church. We'd decided the night before to visit a church down the street...and their service was much earlier than I'm used to.
So...because I was so tired, I took a nap yesterday. I *love* naps on Sunday afternoon.
The three hour nap was great UNTIL I tried to fall asleep last night. Wide awake at 11pm. Ugh. Wide awake at 11:30. Ugh. Wide awake at midnight.
I'm starting my week with a tired body and mind. Definitely feels like Monday.