rivka

I actually have usually been pretty good about the self-enforced bedtime (well, really the husband-enforced bedtime). I start feeling pretty darn sorry for myself after three or four consecutive days where I haven't had even half an hour of "adult-directed leisure time". (See also: haven't read LJ since Sunday night). I don't know how else to make it work. I trade in an hour of leisure for a next day of not feeling like crap.