When I was younger, falling asleep was never an issue—unless I’d just come back from a rave, and there was a time it happened almost every weekend. But those days are gone, and now I’ve had to completely change my afternoon and evening routine.
I won’t lie—every time I think about it, I feel like an old lady. But hey, I need my damn nine hours of beauty sleep! No discussion.
By 5 p.m., all sugar is off-limits. And let me tell you, that’s a real sacrifice. I used to demolish huge amounts of milk chocolate every evening and felt great about it. But now? Nope. Those days are over.
Dinner must be done by 8 p.m. so my stomach has enough time to process whatever I’ve shoved into it. And forget about watching anything remotely exciting on Netflix—one thrilling plot twist, and I’ll be too wired to sleep. Stick to boring stuff.
Now the tea! Yes, tea. Not the good kind—no black tea, no fun with a kick. Just chamomile or some other bland, old-people tea, the kind my grandmas used to sip while complaining about their joints.
And don’t even talk to me about bedtime. It’s either 10 o’clock on the dot, or it’s absolute chaos. There is no in-between. What a nightmare indeed!
But all this sacrifice pays off when I wake up the next day at 7 a.m., feeling refreshed and looking a whole decade younger than I actually am 😜
My husband suggests an orgazm before the bedtime to release the tension. I've tried a good few times but doesn't really work for me.
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