It's rare that I'm in bed before 11:30pm on weeknights.
And when you get up at 5:30am, suddenly that alarm clock is deafening, and you wonder what the hell you're doing, getting up so early in the morning. "Just a few more minutes", you think. Caffeine no longer seems to help, and it's all you can do to just get through the day.
Even rehearsals, that I generally look forward to, are now testing me in ways that I had forgotten about and/or ways I didn't think was possible. My old self is creeping out with attachments and anxiety, perfection and defensiveness. Maybe it will be good for my character, who knows.
I really don't like this cranky, testy personality.
But I guess one good thing, in all of this, is that PJ is no longer peeing on the carpet in the hall.