I hit a new low. A very very low low.
Because y’all, let me be frank. My PMS is trying to kill me. Last night the moon was full and bright and we have a house full of windows. Russ was breathing, and I’m so glad he was breathing but it was loud. So loud.
My head was pounding and aching and pounding and aching.
I was desperate.
I’m saying this was an act of sheer desperation in need of dark and quiet.
I climbed out of bed grabbed a pillow and a blanket and…
Stepped into the closet. Laid down on the floor and went to sleep.
To be clear, we don’t have a walk in closet. At all.
Is where I slept.
(I moved the hamper.)
(Also, I hate that hamper and have hated it for four years)
(Someone please intervene)
Anyways my point here is, I slept.
In the dark.
In the quiet.
In the closet.
*Thanks Miss Kate for getting this one rolling