I didn't get much sleep last night because I spotted a spider in the bathroom when I was getting ready for bed. I am completely terrified of spiders. I will scream and cry and I will even go in a panic attack over one, I would hate to know what would happen if I spotted two. Nick came in to see what was wrong and he knew the drill. A glass and a piece of paper. Even though I don't like spiders I wont kill them. Well, he wont kill them. In the process the spider lost two legs and I was really upset about it because the spider looked so distressed in the glass. Nick put it outside and insisted that it was walking fine. It is an insect now with only 6 legs and in a few days its legs will grow back. I don't know if that is true about the legs growing back but it made me feel a bit better but not entirely. I hope it is still alive and walking and not hobbling.
I threw back the bed covers several times to check for any more spiders. I had to check my body and clothes for spiders and then I looked under the bed and all around the walls of the bedroom. Then I got up in bed and looked behind the headboard. No spiders that I could see but I kept checking. Nick tried to ban me from checking and complained the he was getting cold every time I lifted the covers to check again and again and again. I didn't sleep so well last night.
I slept in late this morning. Well, no actually. I was up at 7am to iron some of Nicks work clothes, made his lunch and put on a load of laundry to wash and then I collapsed in bed and slept. I vaguely recall him coming in the room to tell me that he was away for work and then I woke up at 11 under the covers. I didn't want to get up but I had to. I had laundry in the machine and apparently the longer you leave it in after it has been washed the more that bacteria will grow on it. I considered to wash it again but I didn't. I hung it up on the clothes horse and shoved it out on the patio. Now I am trying to forget about bacteria on my bedding.
I am trying to be strict with myself on the whole 'resting' thing but it is hard and now I am wondering if my stubbornness on the issue is why I am taking so long to get back on my feet.
I don't sleep much at night and that is probably why I am so tired all of the time. I feel safer during the day but at night when your sleeping, well. It is a dark and scary place and every creak turns into a footstep for me. I get up and peer out the bedroom door and Nick tells me that we aren't getting burgled.