I’ve been fighting a stupid cold for what I think is a month, but I’m not sure, ’cause my memory sucks. Now my son is sick and I have to take him to the doctor today. The sky is overcast and everything hurts. I’m tired. I’m whiny. Somebody bitch-slap me via internet, STAT!
I’ve been trying to not let the weather determine my attitude about how my days going to go. Does that make sense? I always check the weather, and I get cranky when I see temperatures fluctuating drastically between days. Ten° F isn’t bad. Twenty or more °F between days, especially when it goes 60°F to 40°F to 60°F again, and I get perturbed. When we went to Vegas this summer, it was over 100°F every day, but it was constant, no fluctuation, dry heat and I had some of my best days this year there.
Laundry is going, which means I’m recovering from all the separating I did yesterday. My hubby tried to help me last night and probably wanted to strangle me when I hollered down the stairs that he needed to completely change the settings he had on the dryer and the washer. Seriously, I was half asleep, but I could hear him “helping” and I just knew he was going to shrink everything. And he would have. He had a load of delicates on “heavy duty” in the dryer, which means high heat and forever long, and another load of delicates in the washer on “normal”, which means warm heat and as rough as a mechanical bull.
Dishes are piled up. We have zero clean forks. All the back up plastic forks are used as well. I have zero clean large coffee cups and zero clean travel mugs. We are almost out of clean bowls. My hubby cooked dinner last night, so I have that horror show to clean up as well. If I don’t get a load of dishes run today, we will be eating cereal out of cups, and everything will be finger food by default. I’m considering trying the cycle where I don’t have to rinse anything before I put it in the dishwasher. That’s not how I do things though, so it’ll be interesting if I can even load the dishwasher without rinsing.
Because have all this on my plate, I am on trial number three of Nuvigil. My doctor says that some people love it. The first time I took it (a quarter of a pill, as my doctor recommended) I had all the energy in the world, but my pain was off the charts. The second time I took it, I waited too long to decide that I wasn’t coming out of my slump and needed it, took it in the afternoon (Stupida!) and couldn’t fall asleep that night. Today, I took it at 9 am, so hopefully it helps me get all this crap done. I am expecting my pain to be off the charts again, though. I already know what happens when I have a good day and don’t pace myself. An artificially manufactured good day? I can’t afford to pace myself and I’ll probably end up doing way too much and needing three days just to recover.