No Word for It!
Today, I organised myself some time so I could sleep in – it didn’t work. I woke up at about 7am and tossed and turned for a couple of hours, just trying to make myself go back to sleep. I finally gave up and moved to my couch, where I immediately felt like I could go to bed forever.
So, sitting on my couch with my tummy grumbling, I don’t even have the energy to think about, let alone making, something for breakfast. Hopefully a row of chocolate will boost my sugar levels enough to even consider food.
Just as I have heated up the last of special lactose-free milk for a hot chocolate (oops! more chocolate!), the delivery men arrive with my new washing machine, dryer and microwave. Yippee! Excitement plus! Beautiful, sparkling white appliances! So, out into the rain to open the garage so the guys could reach the laundry the easiest way possible. Out goes the old washing machine – leaking water then entire way back to their truck, so, whether I feel like it or not, it’s time to clean the laundry floor. OK, so I just sort of moved the mess into the kitchen to clean up later. No problems with dryer and microwave installation.
Taking a seat back on the couch, I hear Mommy’s car horn honk. Grab my bag, look around the house for anything I may have forgotten (does everyone else do that?) because I have always forgotten something, whether I can work out what it is or not. Now, it’s off to the supermarket – all the essentials and now I need to buy special front loader washing powder. And then, home, thank God. I feel like I’m about to die. Gravity is pulling my body to the ground, my head has stopped thinking even the most basic thoughts and my whole house is a mess!
My shopping has been dumped in the kitchen. There is a huge pile of paperwork and folders (to do with establishing a charity) to collate in the middle of my lounge-room floor. Bags of unwanted stuff litter the floor, to go to the Op shop (which closed early – I walked up there – Bummer!) There’s a couple of bags of returned stuff (no idea what) from Mommy. The point being that I have to clean all of that up before bringing out a broom and vacuum cleaner.
So, once again, I am sitting on the couch, trying to work out where to even start. I also know there’s a tonne of clean washing in my bedroom waiting to be put away (but I can’t actually see that from the couch, so I don’t need to deal with it right now).
Now I know, as tired as I am, I can only do a couple of these things. The most important is the floor and vacuuming – but, of course, I can’t get to it through all the other stuff. So, here I remain, trying to decide if it’s worth doing the other stuff, while I’m so tired, when it’s not going to make a big difference (compared to the floor, anyway).
I can’t even make that decision – and now it’s dinnertime. What am I going to eat?
Posted on June 26, 2012, in Stuff that doesn't fit... and tagged Appliances, chronic illness, couch, empty tank, exhaustion, Home, Laundry detergent, Mommy, shopping, sleep, struggle, Vacuum cleaner, Washing machine. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.