Even though I say I am ok with night time interruption, I take day nap interruptions very seriously.
I didn't realise how seriously until a door-knocker woke baby and my sleep on the couch.
Even though I was upright, it took all their sales pitch and the 'how would you like to pay?' to realise I was being sold to. They did introduce themselves; I don't remember their names, I remembered the company name and their approximate location.
They asked why I wasn't going to purchase. I said I'll think about it. And I thought about it a lot.
I thought about the interrupted nap.
I thought about what I could have said.
I thought about all the previous door-knockers and various impressions they left.
I thought about letting the company know, and typed out a 'feedback' message. I hoped they do read Facebook messages.
I looked at the clock, counting down until H arrived home.
Baby fell asleep finally after 5, and woke up after 5.30.
I thought about how angry, irritated, and disgruntled I was feeling.
I thought about ways on how I could possibly shift this.
Half-hearted attempts never work long-term.
I laughed at this harder than I should have.
Maybe sleep will make me feel better in the morning.
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