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May. 23rd, 2008 10:50 amHow's this for a beginning- I don't have a migraine! Let there be rejoicing. *laughs*
I do have a case of 'tired' though. Probably in large part due to my activity level last night. See, I got home and as soon as I walked in the door I was greeted by this smell... It's the unmistakable, totally gross scent of 'dog poop in crate.' Walked round the corner, saw Kyle standing in his crate- with a mess. Yuck. Just the way I wanted to come home. No, coming in, freeing the animals, and then crawling into bed with my husband for 20 minutes, wouldn't have been on the preferred list of things to do. Not when I can clean up dog poop!
Kyle was good though, he laid on the towel I put out while I cleaned his crate (after I changed out of my work clothes). I really wish I could figure out why this dog gets 'bad poops' every month and a bit or so (well, at least now it's every month and a bit rather than every few days...). His crate was cleaned, all the animals were fed, and the husband was visited with before he left for work. At which point Kyle and I went for a nice walk.
Once I got back, it just made sense to continue with the cleaning thing. So the bathroom got a thorough cleaning, and I managed to unearth our kitchen table. This may not sound like much, but it took my until almost 9pm... The table was hidden really, really well. Next up will be the rest of the living room. But at 9 I was ready to call it good, plus I had to call my mom, check on my dragons... and walk the dog again before bed.
So I'm tired. This seems to be a general state for me to be in- which is why I dislike most meds that have 'drowsiness' as a side effect. I really don't need any help. Also at a fun point- looking forward to the weekend- get to see my cross-stitching buddies, and will visit the parents (not even thinking of how much this weekend will cost me in gas...). So fun! On the other hand... there's a thread of depression trying to worm it's way into everything. Most specifically right now I want to give up food. I know, it's not healthy, and I won't actually do it. I'll just bitch about wanting to.
It's so frustrating to know what needs to happen, and yet not doing it. I've tried stern talkings to (to myself) and they don't seem to be helping. I've tried enlisting the husband, but he has the gall to tell me that he loves me. Sure he wishes I were healthier, but he accepts me the way I am. In the words of Stephanie Tanner- How rude! Bah, I don't want to worry about it right now. *tucks the thread away for later*
It's Friday (hopefully we'll be allowed to leave a little early- I'm not counting on it though- the bosses are out of town and may forget...), and I have a wonderful three day weekend to look forward to. :)
I do have a case of 'tired' though. Probably in large part due to my activity level last night. See, I got home and as soon as I walked in the door I was greeted by this smell... It's the unmistakable, totally gross scent of 'dog poop in crate.' Walked round the corner, saw Kyle standing in his crate- with a mess. Yuck. Just the way I wanted to come home. No, coming in, freeing the animals, and then crawling into bed with my husband for 20 minutes, wouldn't have been on the preferred list of things to do. Not when I can clean up dog poop!
Kyle was good though, he laid on the towel I put out while I cleaned his crate (after I changed out of my work clothes). I really wish I could figure out why this dog gets 'bad poops' every month and a bit or so (well, at least now it's every month and a bit rather than every few days...). His crate was cleaned, all the animals were fed, and the husband was visited with before he left for work. At which point Kyle and I went for a nice walk.
Once I got back, it just made sense to continue with the cleaning thing. So the bathroom got a thorough cleaning, and I managed to unearth our kitchen table. This may not sound like much, but it took my until almost 9pm... The table was hidden really, really well. Next up will be the rest of the living room. But at 9 I was ready to call it good, plus I had to call my mom, check on my dragons... and walk the dog again before bed.
So I'm tired. This seems to be a general state for me to be in- which is why I dislike most meds that have 'drowsiness' as a side effect. I really don't need any help. Also at a fun point- looking forward to the weekend- get to see my cross-stitching buddies, and will visit the parents (not even thinking of how much this weekend will cost me in gas...). So fun! On the other hand... there's a thread of depression trying to worm it's way into everything. Most specifically right now I want to give up food. I know, it's not healthy, and I won't actually do it. I'll just bitch about wanting to.
It's so frustrating to know what needs to happen, and yet not doing it. I've tried stern talkings to (to myself) and they don't seem to be helping. I've tried enlisting the husband, but he has the gall to tell me that he loves me. Sure he wishes I were healthier, but he accepts me the way I am. In the words of Stephanie Tanner- How rude! Bah, I don't want to worry about it right now. *tucks the thread away for later*
It's Friday (hopefully we'll be allowed to leave a little early- I'm not counting on it though- the bosses are out of town and may forget...), and I have a wonderful three day weekend to look forward to. :)
