I'm not sleeping that well at night and it seems that we're always on the go during the day. Last night, I no sooner got home from work than I had to make dinner (thank goodness, dinner was easy). Took my produce basket up to the garden, just on check on things, and ended up bringing my basket back to the house full of husked corn, two yellow squash and three zucchini, green peppers, tomatoes, and broccoli. Had to get that all in the freezer. The tomatoes I put in the basement on newspaper to finish ripening a wee bit; the ripe ones are in the fridge for dinner tonight, along with the squash. And while helping me with all that, Rick was also cleaning out the litter boxes and the trash and cleaning the pool and adding pool chemicals and I was working on three loads of laundry (and I expected to do only one small load). Throw in a few phone calls that took some time and some computer work for dear Richard and, I'm telling you, we both pretty much dropped into bed last night....we were so pooped.
But throw in another night of being too tired to sleep (and I think you can really get to that point where you're so darn tired you can't sleep) and well, when Rick's cell phone rang at 5:00 this morning, that was way, way too early. We lay there for a minute or two, discussing whether we really wanted to get out of bed and decided that if you don't work, you don't get paid, so we got up. Rick gave the kids their breakfast while I did my 3 miles on the treadmill (and they were very long miles this morning) and then we started in on getting ready for work. And here I am. (Usually I can blame being pooped on the older cats who start screaming for their breakfast bright and early. But they've pretty much calmed down and will wait until around 5:30 or so now before demanding breakfast. That's way too late for us, so Rick has resorted to using his cell phone as an alarm clock, something we've not had to do for several years now.)
I'm sitting here, doing everything I can to stay awake; I started working on a plan, but find myself staring into nothing. I am so pooped I just want to go home and go back to bed. But I know that if I went home, there'd be stuff for me to do! It never ends; it just never ends.
I'm just too pooped to pip right now.
Anybody else?
But throw in another night of being too tired to sleep (and I think you can really get to that point where you're so darn tired you can't sleep) and well, when Rick's cell phone rang at 5:00 this morning, that was way, way too early. We lay there for a minute or two, discussing whether we really wanted to get out of bed and decided that if you don't work, you don't get paid, so we got up. Rick gave the kids their breakfast while I did my 3 miles on the treadmill (and they were very long miles this morning) and then we started in on getting ready for work. And here I am. (Usually I can blame being pooped on the older cats who start screaming for their breakfast bright and early. But they've pretty much calmed down and will wait until around 5:30 or so now before demanding breakfast. That's way too late for us, so Rick has resorted to using his cell phone as an alarm clock, something we've not had to do for several years now.)
I'm sitting here, doing everything I can to stay awake; I started working on a plan, but find myself staring into nothing. I am so pooped I just want to go home and go back to bed. But I know that if I went home, there'd be stuff for me to do! It never ends; it just never ends.
I'm just too pooped to pip right now.
Anybody else?
