Daylight Savings Time Edition:
Prior to setting my clocks back one hour this weekend, I wasn’t doing too bad. I’d gone to two Halloween parties in one day. I took one day of recovery and then cleaned the next day. My pain was what it usually is and even though my fatigue was worsening, I still felt like I could function enough for a family outing.
Cue Daylight Savings Time or what I call, massive confusion of my body clock followed by self destruct protocol. Kind of a mouthful, but very apropos. I went with the fam to the museum. Pain, Fatigue, Dizziness and Fog came too. We went to visit my Mom. Pain, Fatigue, Dizziness and Fog, again, followed. I should’ve expected this, but I was kind of hoping that gaining an hour would be better than losing an hour. Clearly, I need to review former blog posts, as I have written about this before. Every day since has been a foggy, fatigued, painful mess. I did manage to vote yesterday, which would’ve been so much easier had I remembered to mail in my ballot before Saturday. I also got towels and jeans washed today. Thankfully, we are all experts at digging through baskets for clothes now. As long as the kids underwear and socks hold out, we’ll be good. Otherwise, I might have to invent a game where the kids hunt through the hampers for the dirty underwear and socks. Of course, with the way they react when finding someone else’s underwear when they’re folding clean clothes, that might just make more work for me. I’ve been napping every day and drinking a second cup of coffee before I attempt picking the kids up from school. I still feel like I’m giving a bump on a log a run for their money, though.
I know I’m supposed to be positive, but I am just so tired and I hurt so much worse right now. If I could just accomplish more than keeping myself and the children alive that would help my outlook. Ugh. I have to get in the shower and then pick up the children, but my body doesn’t want to move. Kiss my grits, Daylight Savings Time.