Twister

And I'm not referring to the weather pummeling the Midwest!

The past few weeks have been a big pain in the you-know-what. I'm feeling a little crabby today. For the past three nights, I've gone to bed really early. Well, really early for me. Anything before 11pm qualifies as early.

Anyway, I've been going to bed early because I finally decided to listen to my body, which was screaming, "Yo, nutjob! Your blood sugar is out of whack and you're working too hard during the day. Get some sleep!"

I listened, and I've been feeling better. You know, not quite so physically and mentally exhausted. But--and this is where the Twister part comes in--if I go to bed early, there are other things that end up being put off. Like dishes. And mopping. And cleaning the bathrooms. And laundry. You know, stuff like that. All the stuff gets put off and piled up so that when it finally comes time to do it, I don't want to. I want to hang out with my kid. Talk to my friends. They want some of my time, too. I feel like I'm in a never-ending game of Twister--trying to cross my left leg over my right arm, which is pinned beneath my left arm, which is balanced on my right leg so I can get to the orange circle. It's worse than the juggling act I put on everyday just to keep my head above water.

So tonight, I'm feeling a little p.o.'d because *someone* who swore that stuff would get done so I could get some rest, didn't quite follow through. I know, I know, I shouldn't complain, but I'm going to. I'll wash my mouth out with soap later. (Hey, wait a minute. Since I'm not SAYING anything bad, I'm actually TYPING, that must mean I have to wash my fingers with soap. Which I do a bazillion times a day already, so I'm in the clear!)

Back to complaining. Sisters, I just want enough time to feel human. Most days, I'm operating on autopilot, and I don't enjoy it. I miss the lazy hours hanging out with my family, puttering around, doing a little of this and a little of that.

The storms are now getting worse again, so I should wrap up before the power goes out. But I have one more quick complaint. The worry lines in my forehead are getting deeper, and the fine lines around my eyes are a little more noticeable. And I've got a big pimple on my chin. Isn't there a law somewhere that humans are NOT allowed to have wrinkles and pimples at the same time? I'm too old for one, too young for the other. I wonder if a sandblaster would work...