Where did my energy go? You ask anyone and they will tell you that I used to be one of the most energetic people around. I used to do the Tae Bo tapes every morning before work. I used to clean the house religiously every Sunday. I used to crank out mass quantities of jewelry and crafts on the weekends. I used to do yardwork. I used to wash the dishes before going to bed. I used to have stamina.
I had all these plans for the long weekend. I got out of work at noon on Friday and I did errands and planned to come home and do some crafts. Instead I vegged on the couch all afternoon watching TV w/ Brian, who is still deathly ill. Saturday was absolutely gorgeous; about 62 and sunny. Everyone was outside doing chores and soaking up the sun. I managed to go to Puyallup and pick up a few things, then collapsed on the couch watching TV all day. I couldn't get warm, despite the weather and stayed under my blanket. Went to bed at 8 pm, woke up yesterday at 8 am. I figured cool, I had 12 hours of sleep, maybe I can actually get some stuff done today!
What did I do? Vegged on the couch all day under my blanket, then took a nap from 3:00 to 4:30. I tried to sit upright at my craft table but I was too bone weary. Brian slept all day too but he's sick. Last night I went to bed at 9:45, the lunch AND dinner dishes still piled in the sink. What is wrong with me? Why have I turned into such a slug?
The last time I spent every spare minute sleeping was the year my dad died, and I chalked it up to emotional and mental stress. Could the situation at my job over the past 6 months be catching up with me?
Anyways, just wanted to wish everyone a happy Mardi Gras!! Laisser le bon rouleau de temps!! And a happy Chinese New Year! Gung Hay Fat Choy! (or as Brian says, "Suck my fat toy").