Saturday, June 06, 2009

During the news....


I fell asleep during the eight o'clock news and woke up at ten o'clock. Ms Nap, that's who I am. I also slept for a couple of hours during the day and wiled away most of the afternoon that way. I think I use the weekends to recuperate from the activities during the week and one way or the other they must exhaust me enough that I need this extra sleep.

I must say that the weeks seem to fly by and that one day passes into the next very quickly. Time speeds by and before you know it, another week has gone by and it is weekend again, which I don't mind, as long as it's not a three day weekend like we just had. I'm glad when it's Saturday and I can be a bit lazy, but I 'm also glad when it's Sunday and I can look forward to the next day when I'll have creative therapy again.

The biggest satisfaction is on Sunday evening when I put out the trash and the green container to be picked up early Monday morning. Then I know I can go to bed and the day has ended and I have somewhere to go the next day,

I knew I needed those naps today, because every time before that I became very grumpy and was in a down mood. The blues hit me and that's a bad sign. Luckily, I'm smart enough by now to understand what's going on and to turn off the computer. I could write a huge lament, but I'm smart enough not to do that. I very much see the glass half empty when I'm like that and my thoughts are not pretty. I could not even joke about them and make a farce out of them.

Every time I get down and grumpy, I need to go to sleep. That's the only cure for those feelings. The temptation is to eat, but that's the wrong thing to do, that's not really what I need. I've seen food as a comfort thing for a long time and that was all emotional. Soft warm smooth sweet food to make me feel better, except that then I still needed to sleep, but I did it on a very full stomach and when I woke up, I wanted more of it. That's the first thing I thought of.

I have no such comforting foods in the apartment now, so I've left myself no opportunities to do such eating. I can have a glass of juice or warm low fat milk instead. Warm milk is very satisfying, if you don't overdo it. I have one glass of it a day, plus the milk I drink in my coffee.

I have been drinking a lot more decaf. I figured it's no good to take tranquilizers and then to drink a lot of coffee. So lots of decaf it is and I really don't taste the difference. Some people swear they can, but I can't. It all tastes like coffee to me, except that the one doesn't make you wired late at night.

Needless to say, I didn't get anything done today but walk the dog with my very sore toe and feed him and the cats. I did have some ambitious plans, but they fell by the wayside. It doesn't matter. I'll see how tomorrow goes and maybe I'll get some things done then, even though officially it's a day of rest and I should take advantage of that. I will try to vacuum and mop the bathroom floor.

I really, really dislike the sound of the vacuum cleaner. If I could have a silent vacuum cleaner it would make things so much better. I dislike not being able to hear anything else while I run it. Life is full of frustrations like that. If you mop the bathroom floor, there are the nooks and crannies that you can't get to beside the washing machine where all the dust and dog hair hides. Just like it hides under all the furniture that you have to move when you vacuum. The same way there is always a mess by the food bowls and the water bowls of the animals that you only get clean on your hands and knees with a damp rag.

As I'm typing this, there's an old Morse on TV. They have been showing a lot of English detective series lately, all of them late in the evening when I'm normally in bed. Lewis is quite young in this one, compared to how he looks now in his own series, which I like so much. He just got beaten up by a bad guy. Why is it that all British detective series are so superior to those of other countries? They must have the magic formula.

Well, I'm going to bed now. It's late and that alarm clock is going off early in the morning. If I hear it.

Sleep tight, everyone. Happy dreams.

Ciao...

8 comments:

pinklea said...

That's interesting what you say about weekends because my mother is the same way. Now that she's been on her own for two years, she tells me how much she hates that weekends are so unstructured and that she can't wait for Mondays to arrive. I think she may need more activity in her life so that she always has something to look forward to, as she's a very solitary sort and can while away entire days watching old movies on TV and cleaning (!) her house. I know not enough activity is definitely not your issue, so maybe you're right in that you use the time to catch up on your sleep and recharge your batteries.

Gail said...

I, on the other hand, look forward to weekends since it takes me from public work to farm work. I don't have to have a schedule or wear a bra!

laurie said...

maybe you could wear your ipod while you vacuum. you could hear the music, and not hear the vacuum.

and i'm with you on the dog hair. the dogs in our house only go upstairs at night, to sleep. so why are there dog hairs all over the bathroom floor???? i do not know.

SugarCain said...

I know just what you mean. I sleep a lot on weekends, and I seem to need it. I have to try hard to not be mad at myself when Monday comes and I have to go back to work with nothing done. I also have dog hair under everything, but fortunately I have wood floors, so all I have to do is sweep and mop. Something that has helped me (and I'm no housekeeper, believe me) is to remember that "done is better than perfect." I get started doing a job, without the expectation of perfection, and I'm not so overwhelmed. Sometimes I even feel like finishing once I've started. If not, there is tomorrow. (Or the next day...)

What Gail said made me laugh. The bra is the first thing that comes off when I get home in the afternoon. Then if someone comes to the door I stand there all arms akimbo trying to make it less easy to notice.

Maggie May said...

Oh....... John Thaw..... I LOVED him!

Yes, I can see that weekends lack structure. Maybe that is what I dread about retiring, though this body of mine is urging me to do it!

Babaloo said...

That's one of the big mysteries of life - how does so much dog hair get into the bathroom when the dogs don't even go in the bathroom?! I'm guessing that we're tracking it in with our feet. But I could be wrong there. They could be lugging it in there in bags, secretly, at night when we're asleep. Just to confuse us humans.

Oh, and I love Morse! John Thaw was great. Always a pleasure watching him.

Frances said...

hope the rest of the day goes well and the new week is great.
love
hugs
xxx

aims said...

Rafting has started up again Irene and I've been out at my brother's helping.

I was very interested in your dream with your old psychiatrist. I sometimes feel like I'm made up of cd's and that they are whizzing madly around and flying out of my cd body.

You must let your SPN know that the housework is making you ill - pressing down on your mind and disturbing you. Forcing you to avoid it.

Question - what did you use to clean the windows with that you have to do it again?