I should just stop thinking I can stay up for New Years. My body decided that regardless of when I went to sleep, every single day of my time off I needed to wake up at 5am. And my kids made sure I couldn't really get a decent nap to fix the issue. After a couple days I just went to bed at a normal time like someone my age is supposed to.
But then I decided to stay up for the new year. I was a mess. A zombie. I couldn't even. January 1st was, sadly, the worst way to start off.
I like to think I'm aging gracefully, but then stuff like this happens.
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