So Tired..

I’m having a crummy day. My creativity is zapped, I am tired. I am tired of throwing up, I am tired of having a messy house, I am tired of not being able to do anything about it, I am tired of not being able to make my computer do what I want it to do, I am tired of feeling tired.

This morning has really sucked. DFM’s alarm wakes me up every morning at 4:50, then wakes me up every ten minutes for the next 40 minutes. By then, I am really awake, and when I wake up in the morning, my allergy faucet turns on. When the allergy faucet turns on, I end up throwing up because my stomach can’t handle it, and I gag. Nothing grosser, let me tell you. I am tired from that. This morning I took a Bennedryl at 5:30 out of desperation, and then was so zonked that when the kids got up at 6:30, I could not by sheer will open my eyes. I snoozed on the couch, trying desperately to keep an ear and eye cocked for them while they tore the house apart. Thank goodness for the Disney channel, that’s all I can think right now. When I finally came out of my drug induced haze around 8:30, the house looked about like you would expect. They found a Costco pack of muffins and helped themselves to the chocolate ones, and I don’t know if the rug in the living room will ever recover, but they were safe and happy. They also had mixed the gianormous tub on Tinker Toys in with the muffin mess.

I am supposed to work today, even set up a sitter so I can get something accomplished while Jeffrey is at school. But I just tired scanning and uploading some files to save some time, and I can’t for the life of me make this new scanner do what I want it to. All my files are showing up tiny, not the size they are supposed to be, and I have no clue how to make it work. The sitter is late, and the laundry is overflowing the laundry room and climbing up the stairs, as though it is alive and trying to escape it’s final destiny.

My kids have been living on crackers and peanut butter, because I can’t stand the smell of anything else. Last night I made a frozen dinner because it looked good on the package and silly me, I was trying to make things easy, but it smelled so bad I had to put it out on the back porch still in it’s box. DFM asks me what’s with the pile of food on the porch, don’t I know neighborhood animals will get into it? Yup, sure do, don’t care at the moment. Out there is also a batch of from-scratch cream of mushroom soup that sounded good on paper, but once made, I couldn’t even look at it. My back-porch is becoming the reject pile.

Have I mentioned that I am NOT doing this again?