Kids 'n Stuff
Most of the few readers of my blog know that my youngest son left for a week to nurse his girlfriend through her surgery 9 weeks ago and never came home.
So Saturday afternoon I wake up from my usual nap, around 2:30 to a message on my answering machine saying he's on his way home. He arrived, with his girlfriend, at about 4:30 and stayed until 10:00 AM Sunday.
For most of you this wouldn't be worth blogging about. For me? Heh...My entire life has to be well planned, organized and routine-ized, otherwise my body goes into fits and screams "I HATE YOU YOU BITCH!!!!!" So of course, Saturday night, with all the ruckus (two of his cousins come waltzing in at 10:00 PM), I didn't sleep well. Got maybe 4 hours. And since I wasn't expecting him home, I didn't get anything done that needed doing before going back to work on Monday. So I'm forced to take a nap Sunday, just so I can recharge the batteries enough to have clean clothes and no dishes in the sink on Monday morning. The nap, of course, screws up my sleep pattern for Sunday night and I end up not sleeping well AGAIN, and wake up with a sinus headache on top of it all.
I then get to work on Monday morning and almost immediately am blitzed by the CEO and Executive Assistant begging for reports (that they could EASILY PRINT THEMSELVES) because the State Health inspectors have finally (after our facility waiting for 2 months for them) show up. Oy. I'm worn out.
People need to realize what having CFIDS means. Read up on it. Don't do this to me. You're all killing me!!!!!!!!!
PS. Grammy's Diarrhea of the Mind has become Grammy's Bitch Board
So Saturday afternoon I wake up from my usual nap, around 2:30 to a message on my answering machine saying he's on his way home. He arrived, with his girlfriend, at about 4:30 and stayed until 10:00 AM Sunday.
For most of you this wouldn't be worth blogging about. For me? Heh...My entire life has to be well planned, organized and routine-ized, otherwise my body goes into fits and screams "I HATE YOU YOU BITCH!!!!!" So of course, Saturday night, with all the ruckus (two of his cousins come waltzing in at 10:00 PM), I didn't sleep well. Got maybe 4 hours. And since I wasn't expecting him home, I didn't get anything done that needed doing before going back to work on Monday. So I'm forced to take a nap Sunday, just so I can recharge the batteries enough to have clean clothes and no dishes in the sink on Monday morning. The nap, of course, screws up my sleep pattern for Sunday night and I end up not sleeping well AGAIN, and wake up with a sinus headache on top of it all.
I then get to work on Monday morning and almost immediately am blitzed by the CEO and Executive Assistant begging for reports (that they could EASILY PRINT THEMSELVES) because the State Health inspectors have finally (after our facility waiting for 2 months for them) show up. Oy. I'm worn out.
People need to realize what having CFIDS means. Read up on it. Don't do this to me. You're all killing me!!!!!!!!!
PS. Grammy's Diarrhea of the Mind has become Grammy's Bitch Board
posted by rara_avis91 | 3:25 PM
2 Comments:
Rara .. that's what blogs are for.
Bitch away.. we love it!
Oh, and I'm up because I haven't slept yet.
I'm too excited about the death of a certain be-heading King.
I'm like all a-flutter, and junk.
you BETTER have gone to bed shortly after you wrote that...i was gonna bitch some more today, but i can't remember what i was gonna bitch about because i'm too tired since i didn't sleep well AGAIN last night...i'm starting to think that cutting the iron in half was a huge mistake...we'll see after i get my labs done in a couple of weeks...
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