Less sleep + more “mother” time =
The property I’ve been eyeing decreased almost 4K. It’s still out of my reach now. Nothing lasts forever. Things might not ever get better, but they can always get worse. I could be married to a narcissist & not just the Adult Child of narcissists. Doesn’t really matter at this point, since we all have “fleas” now.
In conclusion, sleep.
Maybe mother’s monologues could be a cue to curl up & take a nap?
Get some shut-eye? Count some sheep? Saw some logs? Hit the hay? Take 40 winks?
Headphones & Hypnosis
At the very least.