Yes, I never tire of the self-flaggellation, humiliation and stress.
Can I go home now?
Friday, November 21, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Computer Issues
My computer must be cold. It's moving very very slowly this morning. Much like I do, you understand, but still, it's frustrating when you want to get on the internet and surf at 60 miles and hour!
Of course, hubby didn't light a fire in the corn stove last night, so it's only 54 degrees inside the house, but then it's warmer inside than outside, which is a mere 40 something. Even so, the tips of my fingers are like ice, and we won't even talk about my feet!
Sugars are at a good level this morning, and didn't jump at all during the night. I lost another pound, which is ALWAYS a good thing, and I think that keeping my sugars at a reasonable 140 or so will help me drop off a lot of this weight. Maybe once hubby sees how much I'm losing, he'll start watching his intake, too. It doesn't help me diet if he sits in his chair and eats an entire plate heaping and full of goulash, now, does it?
I'm trying to get up enough gumption to go start the car, but I'm so cold--I am having trouble thinking about the walk to work, and I'm considering parking outside the office initially, and then moving my car later in the day, which will give me a little more warmth to the weather for a more pleasant walk back to the office; however, it depends mostly on what the temperature is planning on doing throughout the day, and frankly, I haven't checked that out. Most of the time, in Michigan, you can count on the weather warming about 30 degrees during the day--40 degrees in the summer--omg. I think I just talked myself out of going to work AT ALL. Laughing. See? It's already looking like a good day!
See ya!
Of course, hubby didn't light a fire in the corn stove last night, so it's only 54 degrees inside the house, but then it's warmer inside than outside, which is a mere 40 something. Even so, the tips of my fingers are like ice, and we won't even talk about my feet!
Sugars are at a good level this morning, and didn't jump at all during the night. I lost another pound, which is ALWAYS a good thing, and I think that keeping my sugars at a reasonable 140 or so will help me drop off a lot of this weight. Maybe once hubby sees how much I'm losing, he'll start watching his intake, too. It doesn't help me diet if he sits in his chair and eats an entire plate heaping and full of goulash, now, does it?
I'm trying to get up enough gumption to go start the car, but I'm so cold--I am having trouble thinking about the walk to work, and I'm considering parking outside the office initially, and then moving my car later in the day, which will give me a little more warmth to the weather for a more pleasant walk back to the office; however, it depends mostly on what the temperature is planning on doing throughout the day, and frankly, I haven't checked that out. Most of the time, in Michigan, you can count on the weather warming about 30 degrees during the day--40 degrees in the summer--omg. I think I just talked myself out of going to work AT ALL. Laughing. See? It's already looking like a good day!
See ya!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Migraine City!
If I can't whine, there would be no reason to blog.
I've been having Migraines (please note the capital "M") since the doctor upped my medication--and it's just impossible to work in that sort of environment (within my own pounding skull), so when two Advil still hadn't dulled the PAIN even 20 minutes later, I went home.
On the way, I stopped at Rite-Aid and purchased some Excedrin Migraine and a bag of chips, which tops the list of bad food choices for me, but when in pain, comfort food reigns. I consumed those chips as if I hadn't had chips my entire life, first one chip, because I wanted to savor the flavor--and then poured the whole bag into my mouth and while half went into my lap, I simply collected them into a pile there to consume in a moment.
I think I ran a red light. Not because I wasn't watching, but because the brain has been so fuzzy lately, that it's a wonder I can remember my own name! I believe that I've become a menace on the road. I'm afraid for everybody. I munched my chips the whole way to the gas station. It was a small bag--and perhaps a five-minute trip.
I stopped at the gas station and purchased a Subway Wrap-for lunch-and proceeded to go home. Once home, I snarfed down the wrap, and still the Migraine from Hell pursued me. I drank a cup of coffee. Still the Migraine Plagued me. I finally gave up and fell into bed.
I slept for 4 hours. Two Advil really do me in! Of course, it's likely that my brain just gave up, too. By 3pm, I was feeling pretty good, so I got back out of bed, hopped into my car and drove back to work!
The supervisor came by a few hours later, surprised to see me. "YOU'RE HERE!" She says.
I thought "What was your first clue?" But the lips just smiled and said "Yes, I feel better now."
And then I thought "Here's your sign.."
I worked a whole hour and a half, and had to leave for my first diabetes class. This class is a 3-day thing that teaches new diabetics the "what's what" of diabetes--how to keep your weight down. What it's all about. Where to get HELP! Things like that.
What can I say. It's a resource.
Today, I have a doctor appointment with my GP (you see I called him yesterday with this Migraine business, but I had this appointment scheduled a long while ago), and he's going to get nailed hard with this migraine business. Never mind the fact that my brain is rebelling because of the lower sugar in my bloodstream (you see, I know these things NOW, since I LEARNED them last night), but I'm terrified because I also learned that the sugar levels that are hoped for, even with medication is between 70 and 130, and I'm still well over that.
Considering all the stress I've been under, those numbers seem impossible. Doctor thinks that the 150/160 range that I've been having are good enough--but 3 hours after I ate that wrap from Subway, my sugar was 267 again. I had a similar wrap at 9pm last night for my supper, and my sugar was only 167 this morning.
That reminds me...I need batteries for my mouse at work...must drop them in my purse!!!
So after all is said and done, I don't feel that I have a handle on this diabetes business. I feel pretty good right now--nearly good enough to take on the ills of the world! But I have to go to work and make up some time today, and that's not going to be easy with a doctor appointment and my diabetes class later toward evening. At least this time, hubby is going with me, and I'll be able to pick something up for supper on the way there, instead of eating at 9pm, which can't be good for my system.
So off I go to conquer. Wish me luck!
I've been having Migraines (please note the capital "M") since the doctor upped my medication--and it's just impossible to work in that sort of environment (within my own pounding skull), so when two Advil still hadn't dulled the PAIN even 20 minutes later, I went home.
On the way, I stopped at Rite-Aid and purchased some Excedrin Migraine and a bag of chips, which tops the list of bad food choices for me, but when in pain, comfort food reigns. I consumed those chips as if I hadn't had chips my entire life, first one chip, because I wanted to savor the flavor--and then poured the whole bag into my mouth and while half went into my lap, I simply collected them into a pile there to consume in a moment.
I think I ran a red light. Not because I wasn't watching, but because the brain has been so fuzzy lately, that it's a wonder I can remember my own name! I believe that I've become a menace on the road. I'm afraid for everybody. I munched my chips the whole way to the gas station. It was a small bag--and perhaps a five-minute trip.
I stopped at the gas station and purchased a Subway Wrap-for lunch-and proceeded to go home. Once home, I snarfed down the wrap, and still the Migraine from Hell pursued me. I drank a cup of coffee. Still the Migraine Plagued me. I finally gave up and fell into bed.
I slept for 4 hours. Two Advil really do me in! Of course, it's likely that my brain just gave up, too. By 3pm, I was feeling pretty good, so I got back out of bed, hopped into my car and drove back to work!
The supervisor came by a few hours later, surprised to see me. "YOU'RE HERE!" She says.
I thought "What was your first clue?" But the lips just smiled and said "Yes, I feel better now."
And then I thought "Here's your sign.."
I worked a whole hour and a half, and had to leave for my first diabetes class. This class is a 3-day thing that teaches new diabetics the "what's what" of diabetes--how to keep your weight down. What it's all about. Where to get HELP! Things like that.
What can I say. It's a resource.
Today, I have a doctor appointment with my GP (you see I called him yesterday with this Migraine business, but I had this appointment scheduled a long while ago), and he's going to get nailed hard with this migraine business. Never mind the fact that my brain is rebelling because of the lower sugar in my bloodstream (you see, I know these things NOW, since I LEARNED them last night), but I'm terrified because I also learned that the sugar levels that are hoped for, even with medication is between 70 and 130, and I'm still well over that.
Considering all the stress I've been under, those numbers seem impossible. Doctor thinks that the 150/160 range that I've been having are good enough--but 3 hours after I ate that wrap from Subway, my sugar was 267 again. I had a similar wrap at 9pm last night for my supper, and my sugar was only 167 this morning.
That reminds me...I need batteries for my mouse at work...must drop them in my purse!!!
So after all is said and done, I don't feel that I have a handle on this diabetes business. I feel pretty good right now--nearly good enough to take on the ills of the world! But I have to go to work and make up some time today, and that's not going to be easy with a doctor appointment and my diabetes class later toward evening. At least this time, hubby is going with me, and I'll be able to pick something up for supper on the way there, instead of eating at 9pm, which can't be good for my system.
So off I go to conquer. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Unhappy Times
Just before Christmas, in fact, just before all the great holidays of the winter season, he made the decision to leave the house, the wife, the children, the dog and cats--everything he loved as if it were only yesterday. Incredulous that she cried herself to sleep, even though she didn't think he could hear it. The wonder of it took him by surprise. Why would she be so unhappy? She should be happy to the point of bursting that he was on his way out the door!
Truth is, many men are just plain ole stupid. Some of them think that if a girl smiles at them, that there's a chance that they can get back their manhood by being with that dalliance, and my thought on that matter is "oh for Pete's sake, GROW THE HECK UP!" To come to the realization that there are men who never do grow up is horrible, and it's as if there is a little clock inside them that says "you haven't lived enough yet", and off they go in search of God KNOWS what to "find themselves".
Don't get me wrong, women go through this passage, too. Failure to do it results in anger and frustration. But eventually, you do get through that "phase" and realize that things are usually much safer in the status quo. Trust me. The world out there is a mighty scary place. The unfortunate thing is that the holidays are just not the time to leave in order to find yourself. And too many people are so selfish as to leave their families behind and not take steps to make things go better, ESPECIALLY through the holidays. Even then, there is such a feeling of entitlement to this type of behavior, that putting off the inevitable seems unworthy of the feeble attempts at reconciliation, such as THERAPY.
I have a friend who is going through a rough patch. For the last five years, she and her family have extolled the wonderful man she married. Since I didn't know the man--and since I'd only met him once, I reserved judgment, as I normally do--but when I met him, I thought he was nice looking. We didn't say much to each other (it was a simple introduction, and I don't usually know what to say in certain social things), and really all I could say was that my friend had really talked about him a lot in our group. Which, in retrospect, was probably NOT a good thing to say to this person, even though I countered with "oh it's all good stuff! Don't worry!"
Now, however, I'm hearing that he treats her badly and calls her names, and presumably after a huge fight, she has asked him to leave their home. It surprised me. It saddened me. It sickened me. It triggered my "fight or flight response". Then it was gone, because it wasn't me. It was her--and for one fleet moment, I was there again.
Not that I think it has anything to do with whatever I might have said in that social atmosphere, but sometimes your words just come back to haunt you. Know what I mean?
So suddenly, from being what I understood was a pretty happy family, they've gone down the road that I don't especially want to see one of my friends go down, considering that I've been there myself a time or two--and she's in a very self-demeaning place, even though she believes she has been a good wife, she comes back with "I must have been horrible in a previous life."
Well, I don't subscribe to this "previous life" business, although there's some support for it. But I try to be supportive of her feelings, and say all the supportive things that a friend would say such as "It feels like you're dying inside right now, and it feels like you're always going to feel like this, and it does take time, but it does pass." And then I think of the ex-husband that I would still kill if I could get away with it. (I'm sort of tongue in cheek here, because the venom would likely come out verbally, rather than in action.) And she reminds me of me--I was almost the same age as she was. Her circumstances are quite a bit better than mine were, and my husband was always a cretin and nobody liked him...oh, wait, it's been twenty years, right? Twenty years for me to come to that realization--that it was HIS shortcomings, and not mine--and so I tell her THAT, too.
But to have such a thing happen at the holidays--well, there's just no worse time to do that sort of thing to your family--and by so doing, simply cements the hurt and destroys the future holidays, which will be forever shrouded in a tinge of sadness everytime the season rolls around, and for those who are left behind, no matter how much the children support you, nothing is the same. EVER.
So I'm worried about my friend. I pray for her healing. I hope the best for her kids. But most of all, I hope that someday, Christmas becomes just as bright if not brighter, because of the love that ties them together.
Stupid men! BAH! Humbug!
I have been looking for a chemo-cap pattern to make for my father in law. I have the perfect one--and now, just have to knit it. It's made of eyelash yarn, and will look GREAT on his head--bright red. For Christmas, of course. And then I run across some sport weight--ina chamoflage colorway--
HA!
A CHAMO-Chemo!
My friends think I'm loony. I'm going to have fun this Christmas, and I'm going to make my Father In Law the hit of the party! I can't wait.
Truth is, many men are just plain ole stupid. Some of them think that if a girl smiles at them, that there's a chance that they can get back their manhood by being with that dalliance, and my thought on that matter is "oh for Pete's sake, GROW THE HECK UP!" To come to the realization that there are men who never do grow up is horrible, and it's as if there is a little clock inside them that says "you haven't lived enough yet", and off they go in search of God KNOWS what to "find themselves".
Don't get me wrong, women go through this passage, too. Failure to do it results in anger and frustration. But eventually, you do get through that "phase" and realize that things are usually much safer in the status quo. Trust me. The world out there is a mighty scary place. The unfortunate thing is that the holidays are just not the time to leave in order to find yourself. And too many people are so selfish as to leave their families behind and not take steps to make things go better, ESPECIALLY through the holidays. Even then, there is such a feeling of entitlement to this type of behavior, that putting off the inevitable seems unworthy of the feeble attempts at reconciliation, such as THERAPY.
I have a friend who is going through a rough patch. For the last five years, she and her family have extolled the wonderful man she married. Since I didn't know the man--and since I'd only met him once, I reserved judgment, as I normally do--but when I met him, I thought he was nice looking. We didn't say much to each other (it was a simple introduction, and I don't usually know what to say in certain social things), and really all I could say was that my friend had really talked about him a lot in our group. Which, in retrospect, was probably NOT a good thing to say to this person, even though I countered with "oh it's all good stuff! Don't worry!"
Now, however, I'm hearing that he treats her badly and calls her names, and presumably after a huge fight, she has asked him to leave their home. It surprised me. It saddened me. It sickened me. It triggered my "fight or flight response". Then it was gone, because it wasn't me. It was her--and for one fleet moment, I was there again.
Not that I think it has anything to do with whatever I might have said in that social atmosphere, but sometimes your words just come back to haunt you. Know what I mean?
So suddenly, from being what I understood was a pretty happy family, they've gone down the road that I don't especially want to see one of my friends go down, considering that I've been there myself a time or two--and she's in a very self-demeaning place, even though she believes she has been a good wife, she comes back with "I must have been horrible in a previous life."
Well, I don't subscribe to this "previous life" business, although there's some support for it. But I try to be supportive of her feelings, and say all the supportive things that a friend would say such as "It feels like you're dying inside right now, and it feels like you're always going to feel like this, and it does take time, but it does pass." And then I think of the ex-husband that I would still kill if I could get away with it. (I'm sort of tongue in cheek here, because the venom would likely come out verbally, rather than in action.) And she reminds me of me--I was almost the same age as she was. Her circumstances are quite a bit better than mine were, and my husband was always a cretin and nobody liked him...oh, wait, it's been twenty years, right? Twenty years for me to come to that realization--that it was HIS shortcomings, and not mine--and so I tell her THAT, too.
But to have such a thing happen at the holidays--well, there's just no worse time to do that sort of thing to your family--and by so doing, simply cements the hurt and destroys the future holidays, which will be forever shrouded in a tinge of sadness everytime the season rolls around, and for those who are left behind, no matter how much the children support you, nothing is the same. EVER.
So I'm worried about my friend. I pray for her healing. I hope the best for her kids. But most of all, I hope that someday, Christmas becomes just as bright if not brighter, because of the love that ties them together.
Stupid men! BAH! Humbug!
I have been looking for a chemo-cap pattern to make for my father in law. I have the perfect one--and now, just have to knit it. It's made of eyelash yarn, and will look GREAT on his head--bright red. For Christmas, of course. And then I run across some sport weight--ina chamoflage colorway--
HA!
A CHAMO-Chemo!
My friends think I'm loony. I'm going to have fun this Christmas, and I'm going to make my Father In Law the hit of the party! I can't wait.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Can You Say Migraine?
I knew you could.
Fact is, I've been having migraines lately. Every morning. Do you think it's a good reason to stay home for the day?
Nah, I didn't think so. I'm drinking coffee, so it should go away. I'm betting it's one of those "caffeine withdrawal" migraines, after all, since I only drink a cup (or less) in the morning, it's the only caffeine I get in a day. I would bet it's the cause of the migraine.
Not a lot of time this morning to post hilarity, which is a shame, because I have the best story. It will just have to wait.
See you later.
Fact is, I've been having migraines lately. Every morning. Do you think it's a good reason to stay home for the day?
Nah, I didn't think so. I'm drinking coffee, so it should go away. I'm betting it's one of those "caffeine withdrawal" migraines, after all, since I only drink a cup (or less) in the morning, it's the only caffeine I get in a day. I would bet it's the cause of the migraine.
Not a lot of time this morning to post hilarity, which is a shame, because I have the best story. It will just have to wait.
See you later.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
We have Ignition
Ready for blastoff? Well, here's the scoop--it's snowing.
It's been snowing all morning. We have about an inch on the ground, which basically says that we are losing it as fast as it's falling, but it's coming.
The "storm" explains yesterday's migraine that started up again this morning, and also explains that I have run out of a really cool yarn for another "unoriginal hat"--made out of Caron sparkle chenille I bought in Hastings.
Oh, yeah, I had to buy yarn from a store over an hour away, that turns out to be not enough yarn, right?
Seriously, complaints aside. I want more of this chenille--it's lime green, sparkly, soft and even though I had to make another repeat of the pattern to go around my head, I'm very pleased with it, but I've only done half the rows needed for the hat, and I've run out. Go figure.
It's not that I don't have more yarn, but I'm not going to travel all the way to Hastings to get more---even though the dye lots likely won't match. I'm thinking that I should be able to find this same stuff at Hobby Lobby or something along that line.
I have 4 hats in my coffers to give for Christmas, and more coming--I just have to go out and buy the yarn--which is presently on sale at Michael's--2 skeins for $7. It's a shame that there isn't more of a choice in colors. Yesterday, I spent the dollars to get the yarn for a knitted pumpkin--something to felt, and that's going to be a fun project, I think, and a centerpiece for the table for Thanksgiving. It's times like this that I wish I could locate all those pieces for the plastic canvas Turkey I started years ago--although I think I might have finished that project and lost the turkey--somewhere along the line...memory's gone--poof.
If I seem scatterbrained, I think you're right. The migraine from yesterday has left me somewhat "fuzzy" on things. Knowing that I have several doctor appointments next week doesn't help matters. And I have to check my email at work, because I'm supposed to turn a paper in to one of them on Monday. Yuck.
The trees are really pretty, what with the snow on the branches. The flakes are really fluffy, and they dance around and about each other, silently settling between the blades of grass that remain. So pretty. Not too hazardous in this quantity yet. Give it time. Inside, we are warm with the corn stove running on the first setting, and outside, the birds scarf down the finch seed like it was their last remaining meal on this earth. The goldfinches never leave the thistle sock, not even to rest--they are constantly there, hanging onto the sock for desperate life itself.
It's been snowing all morning. We have about an inch on the ground, which basically says that we are losing it as fast as it's falling, but it's coming.
The "storm" explains yesterday's migraine that started up again this morning, and also explains that I have run out of a really cool yarn for another "unoriginal hat"--made out of Caron sparkle chenille I bought in Hastings.
Oh, yeah, I had to buy yarn from a store over an hour away, that turns out to be not enough yarn, right?
Seriously, complaints aside. I want more of this chenille--it's lime green, sparkly, soft and even though I had to make another repeat of the pattern to go around my head, I'm very pleased with it, but I've only done half the rows needed for the hat, and I've run out. Go figure.
It's not that I don't have more yarn, but I'm not going to travel all the way to Hastings to get more---even though the dye lots likely won't match. I'm thinking that I should be able to find this same stuff at Hobby Lobby or something along that line.
I have 4 hats in my coffers to give for Christmas, and more coming--I just have to go out and buy the yarn--which is presently on sale at Michael's--2 skeins for $7. It's a shame that there isn't more of a choice in colors. Yesterday, I spent the dollars to get the yarn for a knitted pumpkin--something to felt, and that's going to be a fun project, I think, and a centerpiece for the table for Thanksgiving. It's times like this that I wish I could locate all those pieces for the plastic canvas Turkey I started years ago--although I think I might have finished that project and lost the turkey--somewhere along the line...memory's gone--poof.
If I seem scatterbrained, I think you're right. The migraine from yesterday has left me somewhat "fuzzy" on things. Knowing that I have several doctor appointments next week doesn't help matters. And I have to check my email at work, because I'm supposed to turn a paper in to one of them on Monday. Yuck.
The trees are really pretty, what with the snow on the branches. The flakes are really fluffy, and they dance around and about each other, silently settling between the blades of grass that remain. So pretty. Not too hazardous in this quantity yet. Give it time. Inside, we are warm with the corn stove running on the first setting, and outside, the birds scarf down the finch seed like it was their last remaining meal on this earth. The goldfinches never leave the thistle sock, not even to rest--they are constantly there, hanging onto the sock for desperate life itself.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
The Weekend Has Arrived
And with it, another sleepless night. This, however, turns out to be really productive, since I was able to clean my kitchen, and I can now actually SEE the countertop. That will be over once I start cooking again, however, because as I always say:
I am not a housekeeper. I am a house "liver". And just like the liver in my gut, I pretty much just lay there and do my day job, then come home and relax.
To this end, you might think I live in a filthy house. I do not live in a filthy house, but I like to cook--I just don't like to clean up after--which lends itself to a certain amount of "clutter", but things don't usually get to the point of mold and/or smell. I'm pretty fastidious about those sorts of things. But by the end of the third day, I can't find things, so I have to clean.
Hubby, however, has determined that "cleaning" is a woman's job (as if I needed another one), and very rarely can I convince him to do HIS duty around the house--which is cleaning off the stove every night. This is his duty, and not part of the dishes, because HE wanted the stove with the standard bowl type configuration. I wanted a flat top/glass topped stove. The bowl type was less expensive--absolutely, and desirable that way, but I wanted ease of cleaning, which the bowl type didn't offer. So the deal was, hubby would clean it every night, and I would take the less-expensive model. Hence, the stove is dirty ALL THE TIME. The bowls are permanently stained, and I am NOT happy with the less-expensive model, and about to begin a complaint campaign about it.
He's also become very lax about taking out the trash to the burn-barrel. Our home generates a fair amount of trash, and I dutifully bag it up and toss it to the garage corner, where it accumulates until hubby takes it to the burning area. Junk mail abounds, which doesn't burn well, and he's not fond of standing outdoors watching it burn. He could take care of the matter by purchasing trash collection, which does pass our home, but dare I say, he's a bit of a tightwad?
So both of us have become a bit lazy where the house is concerned. This is NOT what keeps me awake at night however. Once I'm awake (and today, it was 2:30am), I have trouble returning to slumber. This may have something to do with the fact that there are four animals in the house vying for my attention at 2:30am--dog, two cats, and if hubby happens to rouse from sleep, him, too.
So I get up, and I get busy. Then, sometime around 7 or so, I'll be sleepy again, and back between the sheets I go until 10 or so, in order to get what I call "beauty sleep". It makes for a weird life, because I've never had trouble sleeping, not even with animals in bed with me. But it doesn't pay me one bit to stay in bed, tossing and turning, simply drowsy, and not really getting any benefit from the act. So I get up so as not to disturb hubby's sleep patterns. The animals follow me around the entire morning, and he gets his sleep--but what of me?
Indeed.
So it's about 4:30am now, and I'm starting to feel hunger coming on, which means that I need to take my sugar levels soon, and get started on my day again after taking a short break to blog 'n bitch--may god help me if I should come upon another life to live--it will probably kill me.
I am not a housekeeper. I am a house "liver". And just like the liver in my gut, I pretty much just lay there and do my day job, then come home and relax.
To this end, you might think I live in a filthy house. I do not live in a filthy house, but I like to cook--I just don't like to clean up after--which lends itself to a certain amount of "clutter", but things don't usually get to the point of mold and/or smell. I'm pretty fastidious about those sorts of things. But by the end of the third day, I can't find things, so I have to clean.
Hubby, however, has determined that "cleaning" is a woman's job (as if I needed another one), and very rarely can I convince him to do HIS duty around the house--which is cleaning off the stove every night. This is his duty, and not part of the dishes, because HE wanted the stove with the standard bowl type configuration. I wanted a flat top/glass topped stove. The bowl type was less expensive--absolutely, and desirable that way, but I wanted ease of cleaning, which the bowl type didn't offer. So the deal was, hubby would clean it every night, and I would take the less-expensive model. Hence, the stove is dirty ALL THE TIME. The bowls are permanently stained, and I am NOT happy with the less-expensive model, and about to begin a complaint campaign about it.
He's also become very lax about taking out the trash to the burn-barrel. Our home generates a fair amount of trash, and I dutifully bag it up and toss it to the garage corner, where it accumulates until hubby takes it to the burning area. Junk mail abounds, which doesn't burn well, and he's not fond of standing outdoors watching it burn. He could take care of the matter by purchasing trash collection, which does pass our home, but dare I say, he's a bit of a tightwad?
So both of us have become a bit lazy where the house is concerned. This is NOT what keeps me awake at night however. Once I'm awake (and today, it was 2:30am), I have trouble returning to slumber. This may have something to do with the fact that there are four animals in the house vying for my attention at 2:30am--dog, two cats, and if hubby happens to rouse from sleep, him, too.
So I get up, and I get busy. Then, sometime around 7 or so, I'll be sleepy again, and back between the sheets I go until 10 or so, in order to get what I call "beauty sleep". It makes for a weird life, because I've never had trouble sleeping, not even with animals in bed with me. But it doesn't pay me one bit to stay in bed, tossing and turning, simply drowsy, and not really getting any benefit from the act. So I get up so as not to disturb hubby's sleep patterns. The animals follow me around the entire morning, and he gets his sleep--but what of me?
Indeed.
So it's about 4:30am now, and I'm starting to feel hunger coming on, which means that I need to take my sugar levels soon, and get started on my day again after taking a short break to blog 'n bitch--may god help me if I should come upon another life to live--it will probably kill me.
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