Ever had those months where everything beings falling into place then you get sick? That was my life. When sickness struck me down along with a visit from Aunty Flo (I'm not convinced the two weren't related in some sinister way) everything fell apart.
Losing a full night of sleep. Battling dehydration and running on complete empty. My reserves were depleted…
Cue my daughter bringing home a viral thingy from school; complete with high temps and a vomit or two (assuming it was due to the high temps)
Another sleepless night where we finally fell into an exhausted & unsettled sleep watching Scooby Doo cartoons at 3am.
Anxiety on overload because I just don't do sickness well (Ever heard of Man-flu? Well I do Man-Flu swimmingly… better than my husband infact!)
Needless to say I was out of power after 4 days of surviving on pure adrenalin because the coffee sure as hell wasn't helping (in that I couldn't stomach the thought of my nice delicious Nespresso coffee… yes… I must have been REALLY sick!)
And I watched far too many Dawson Creek Episodes in that time frame to be deemed safe viewing.
So now I am 2 weeks into the final term of the year, I'm no closer to finishing what I aimed to finish this month. My colourful inspiration board remains colourful (emphasis on the FUL) I have NaNoWriMo looming next month and all I want to do is sleep. I'm thinking attempting an epic task like NaNo when I'm still trying to recoup and re-charge is probably not the best idea for ME. Right now.