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Sleep deprivation is going to be the death of me
Began my day with less than ten minutes sleep. Yep, I no sooner began to doze off when The Curmudgeon was calling me for help.
What?
Cranky?
Me?
Oh, hell yeah.
Went back to bed, tossed and turned, fall asleep long enough to not hear him call me again. (He’s okay, he managed.) Woke up, probably heard him but was too late to realize it was him. Tossed and turned, got up only to have him yell at me for not responding.
I yelled back–keep in mind I’d had about two hours of sleep in total.
I would’ve spent the rest of the day wired, except I went over to G’s house and talked her into going along with me to Target and to get two gas tanks for the grill. I can cook outside again! At least I got one thing done off my ‘to do’ list. We should have gone out for a dessert or something too. Maybe next time it’ll be lunch or drinks. Yeah, we can do drinks…
While you’re sitting there doing nothing…
I gave The Curmudgeon a deadline. He has to find someone to fix the front porch before Halloween. I don’t want G and I to be breaking our necks out there handing out candy.
I figure since he spends his entire day seated in front of the TV, he could make phone calls and interview people.
I have enough to do.
I remember her…
There was a time where I was a nice person, a happy person, a person people enjoyed being around. I loved being around people and socializing. Always up for a good time.
I wonder where she went?
Lack of sleep made me cranky.
People offering to help but then backing out made me angry.
Being screwed over by immediate family and some supposed friends ripped the heart out of me. Disappointed me.
Having more work to do than the energy to do it made me despondent.
I wish I was the old me. However, I don’t see a return to that me in the near future.
At least I kept my head above the water…
Not much sleep.
Went to bed at my usual time only to have The Curmudgeon wake me a couple of hours later.
As a result, I spent the rest of the day in a stupor. That meant nothing got done. Every time I sat down, I felt so sleepy I thought I’d pass out.
I did pass out around 8 p.m. for a couple of hours after getting The Curmudgeon off of the floor for the second time of the day. He’s more ornery than ever and both times today refused to ‘let me’ go get a neighbor to help.
This, of course, results in me with a very sore back and enough anger to fill a void the size of the moon.
Someone get me off of this rollercoaster to hell!
Another day of crazy at Casa Doggonedmysteries.
Yeah, one of THOSE days.
I’d just stepped out of the shower, dressed, and was heading down the steps when I heard Lucy raising hell in the kitchen.
There she was, barking and carrying on, bowing and nipping at The Curmudgeon and running away towards the doorway where I stood.
Of course I couldn’t get him up and had to bang on the door next door to get help.
Once in his chair he tried to give me excuses for not wearing his ice vest to take dogs outside in the heat or just waiting until I got downstairs since he took them out AFTER he heard me in the shower.
And that’s how my day started. It was all downhill from there.
I might have to release the Kraken!
And this is why I never schedule anything
The Curmudgeon had a bad day. He’d fallen twice before he woke me asking for help.
I had my alarm set so I could go grocery shopping. He beat it by a couple of minutes.
Once I got him up off the floor, I wasn’t eager to leave him alone.
I really did need to get at least a few of the items on my list that we were out of, so I wrote out a short list of things that couldn’t wait and made a super quick run to the grocery store.
The only thing that slowed me down was the cashier. OMG! She was slower than a turtle walking in peanut butter.
By the time I got home and unloaded the car, I was hot, tired, and very cranky.
I should have worn this shirt today.
How much longer can I use the heat wave as an excuse to not go grocery shopping?
I am still putting off my grocery shopping. The list is growing exponentially.
I don’t know, can I put it off another week?
I don’t think so.
Guess I have to pull up my big girl panties and drag myself to the grocery store today.
To wake him or not to wake him…oh what the hell, he has no trouble waking me.
So hours after The Curmudgeon has gone to bed, I notice his Rebif shot sitting on the kitchen table. I pick it up to double-check it. No, he hadn’t used it.
I debate with myself, do I wake him or don’t I?
Then I remember the other morning where I had less than an hour of sleep.
Yep, I wake him and tell him he hasn’t done his shot. I smile when he’s not thrilled.
Revenge is sweet but Karma is sweeter.
I’ll keep house hunting …
For as long as it takes to convince The Curmudgeon to leave this area, I will keep looking at houses on beaches, near beaches, or within a very short drive of beaches.
Mind you I am talking warm beaches. No more cold for me. The last couple of winters have been far too cold, so cold that even my bones would ache.
So, if you live where winter is considered cold at 50 degrees and near or on a beach, please tell me about the area. I may take a look at the local real estate there.
I iz weddy for da beach life!
I don’t like to shop. I’m weird that way.
I wish I knew why I have such an aversion to shopping. Grocery or other, it doesn’t matter, I don’t like doing it.
Doing it with someone takes some of the edge off for me, but still, shopping to me is sheer torture.
Could it be the spending of money? I don’t think so but you never know.
Are you a shopper or are you like me and hate to shop?
“You could go buy me a nudder ball Momma. I luvz dis.”
“You have two of those already, Lucy.”
“Butz thwee would be more bedder.”
“I’m not saying my sissie is greedy…oh yeah, yes, yes I am.”
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For those who are new to my blog:
I call my husband The Curmudgeon. He has secondary progressive MS.
We have two Bull Terriers. Gavin a standard Bull Terrier who will soon be 14 years old and Lucy a large mini Bull Terrier who is a rescue and approximately 4 to 5 years old.
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Hurry up Mom, come back to the couch and get off the computer.
Overview
So there’s rain predicted for the next couple of days. Happy to see it, we’ve been a bit dry lately.
Lucy’s boyfriend and his brother made quick work of the magnolia tree branches so there’s that off my list of things that need doing before winter.
I’m sure my mowers will appreciate having more headroom too.
Caulking, cement work, and other things will, hopefully get finished before the cold weather hits us.
I would rather be out of here long before then and moved to my dream beach home…but, that is a dream.
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