Me to son: “do you want breakfast before we get a few things done?”
Him: “ahhhuggghhh”
Me: “what’s that”
Him: “it’s Saturday, I don’t work on weekends”
Me: “you must have dreamt you moved in with a different family last night, so do you want breakfast or just get to work?”
It’s Friday and all I can think about is: one margarita, two margarita, three margarita, shot. But all I have going on is start cultivating, more cultivating, done cultivating, plant.
I need to learn it doesn’t take a couple of nights to get 7-9 hrs of sleep total. Until then, I’ll just remain a caffeine fiend. I don’t make bad choices, just not good ones.