Friday night, Oct 5th:
We're finally moving back into my bedroom. I'm up at 2 a.m still, not sure if I want to try and sleep or not because my room is organized different now. Bob decided that he wanted a visual change and so we moved the bed away from where it used to be. And we have a different dresser in there too. I might just stay up until my mom wakes up and I'll steal her bed for the night. :/ If I go to bed in my room, I'll need melatonin to get to sleep. Otherwise I'll be up tossing and turning and my mind will be going a million miles a minute until I pass out from exhaustion, only to wake up a few hours later. This is how it is with me and transitions. I wasn't expecting to suddenly move into my room in one night. I wanted to stagger it over the course of a few days. But Bob doesn't work like that, and he moved everything in already, so I just have to deal with it.
edit: 2:43 a.m: I'm too tired to stay up. Too hot to stay clothed. Gunna go in my room and crawl under my weighted blanket and try to sleep. Why must transitions be so difficult? :c