You’re so tired that from the second your alarm goes off, you spend the entire day dreaming about your bed and how glorious it will be to finally catch up on your sleep… only, once your head hits the pillow, it’s as if the entire universe is conspiring against you.
Your neighbor decides to practice with his band
His emo band.
Your mind decides to plan the next decade in one night
It’s crucial you figure out exactly what you’ll be wearing
to your (currently 2-year-old) daughter’s wedding RIGHT NOW.
You can’t get comfortable
Like, even a little.
You have to go to the bathroom
At least your bladder knows how to relax.
Your friend calls to talk about every
“sign” that her relationship’s over
You know what’s over? Your SANITY.
Your cat starts whining
“I had a bad dream!”
Excuse me while I change my pants.
You could use a little smackerel of something sweet
Only, your “light snack” turns into an “epic feast.”
You twitch yourself awake and yell something —
in front of your bf — but can’t remember what
Did you leave the stove on?
Better go check.
You enjoy Mexican… but your body doesn’t
Oy to the vey.
You’re suffering from PTSD because of The Good Wife.
“Why God? WHY?!”
You’re too busy having the
“OMG HOW AM I NOT SLEEPING YET?!” meltdown