It really never fails that the very day when I have not gotten enough sleep, be it for a fun or sucky reason, that is the very day family members want to do things. It’s not like these people didn’t know I was going to get up to watch the eclipse this morning and would then need to get a few more hours of sleep sometime during the day. Or maybe they think I function perfectly well on three and a half hours of sleep. Well, I don’t, especially if I have to scrub down the whole house so they can bring a friend I don’t know over … and no way can I go to a birthday party no one bothered to mention until the last minute, particularly when it’s a birthday party for someone I haven’t met yet and populated by a whole gathering of people I don’t know. You would think family members would know better than that. Social events involving strangers require at LEAST 24 hour advance notice. In fact, the more notice the better. I do have to have some time to panic and make sure I am well-rested enough not to be a harpy or have huge dark circles under my eyes.

Sometimes, I think no one at all actually listens to anything I say … like that I am going to be outside in the middle of the night for a few hours and sleeping later in the day to catch up on the resting. Or, they could even keep in mind that I am somewhat mental about social situations. Yes, I know it’s crazy to be stressed out about parties and the like, but there isn’t much to be done about it. That’s just the way my brain wires are put together, and I do just fine with some ADVANCE NOTICE. Jeez, I realize that cuts down on the spontaneity factor, but I am not the person to call when you want to be spontaneous. How long do people have to know me before they get that through their thick skulls? Apparently for some people, 42 years hasn’t been long enough.

I have a nice stew bubbling on the stove. I got it started kind of late, but it’s almost ready to eat. It smells so good, my tummy is grumbling! As soon as I have eaten dinner, I believe I will go right back to bed. I did zero housework today, which means I have to catch up tomorrow. Or, you know, I could ignore it another day and be a lazy bum. That sounds like a nice plan, but no, I better plan on getting caught up on the housework tomorrow.

I’m going to go sit on the couch and be grumpy until the stew is ready. Grumpy … and exceedingly hormonal.