I’ve been coming home straight after work this week in order to be alone and get in bed and spend time by myself and actually sleep and it is driving me INSANE.

New Guy comes home tomorrow at 3:50. I’m working half a day and then I see him and then it’s just me and him til Saturday when he goes back to work.

I’ve discovered that I’m meant to have alone time in small doses. Lesson learned.

_{But I have been catching up on my sleep, so at least I look fresh (and not dead-eyed like I was).}