Between the wedding, a holiday weekend and general fatigue, my poor old brain can’t seem to keep track of what day of the week it is.
I’m such a creature of routine. Some people think that routine is boring, but, I tend to believe it’s comfortable. I get up around the same time most days. On the weekends I sleep in a little, but, am definitely not what you’d call a late sleeper. Monday through Friday, I hit my desk around 6:30-6:45 a.m. and leave around 5 p.m. I’m home about 6 p.m. and really like not having to go out or do anything in the evenings. And, I HATE TALKING ON THE PHONE IN THE EVENINGS AFTER WORK. Yes, I’m a real homebody. Thankfully, I’m married to someone who’s the same way, so it’s never an issue.
I have choir practice on Wednesday nights, church on Sunday mornings and Saturday is for housework and/or play. When my routine is interrupted, especially for weeks at a time, I tend to get overly tired, moody and generally cranky. Oh, and my hair starts looking like crap. Don’t know that anyone besides me cares about that, but, it’s the gospel.
I’m looking forward to the end of this week when things can begin to fall back into some sort of routine. I know my poor husband is having the same issue. We’re barely even talking to each other at the moment. Not because we’re mad or irritated, but, we simply don’t have the energy. It’s sad to get old…
So, next week you can look forward to another conversation with “Fat Chick.” She has a lot to say and has been pretty testy about not having her regular appearance on my blog. Who knows what she’ll be up to when next we speak? 🙂
