Sarcastic planner stickers (because sometimes you just need a rude one)

This week my dog killed a possum.
I know, I know, but I swear it’s relevant to my story.
It was midnight, I was asleep, and suddenly there were grunting and banging sounds outside the bedroom window. I made my husband get up and attempt a rescue mission. He was too late. Not great for the possum, not great for my sleep, not great for the husband who got voluntold at midnight.
This latest episode of shit sleep has been on top of the usual perimenopause sleep chaos, plus a sore shoulder and a dodgy stomach thrown in for fun this week.
Yesterday I was so exhausted I ended up calling it at 10.30am and taking the day off work. In an effort to sleep better last night, I had a magnesium and lavender bath at 6.30pm, chamomile and honey tea (not sure I like that combination, to be honest), and was in bed by 8.…








