Half the darn house is clean. I will attack the other half tomorrow. No sleep again last night. I can cope with the no waist, no thermostat, no sex and no emotional control part of menopause, what I can't cope with is the no sleep. I am a basket case and I have seen all the infomercials and religious t.v. I ever care to see. I tried to get myself to dust at 3 a.m. but it was a non-starter.
More digging today in the front yard. Two giant pieces of equipment are parked in the drive way. I am trapped again. Water was brown last night but cleared up by morning. No news on the house appraisal. I have continuous water and electricity. Food choices better today. Dreading moving. Twice in eight months is too much even if I do want my own home again. I am rambling. What I need is a nap. What I am going to do however is the dishes. I am also going to skip choir practise tonight. Oh good, here comes the guilt. Now my day is complete.
Take care. Love Bea
2 comments:
One of my neighbors has the nickname Nutsy... Nutsy Blubaugh. I kid you not.
I hate moving. I've had a couple times where I've had to move twice in one year and it was awful. I feel for you.
And yes, there is very little to watch on TV in that 3 a.m. -5 a.m. time slot, as I discovered a few nights ago. Informercials are like snack cakes -- they're completely artificial and last forever. And there's no way they can be good for you.
I think that if all of the menopausal insomniacs could somehow connect in the wee small hours of the morning when we cannot sleep -- WE COULD RULE THE WORLD!!! That's my plan anyway....
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