I currently feel like I’ve been run over by something, a reindeer of sorts.
We went to many parties around Thanksgiving, and when Christmas came around, well, we just didn’t feel like being around anyone.
We spent that morning together in a nostalgic manner of getting to IHOP on Christmas Eve, and hanging out there until Christmas morning. We ate, we enjoyed iced mochas. We were having a fine time with our art supplies and conversation. However, the same waitress who seated us “away from everyone else” as we had asked, who told us we could stay as long as we wanted, seated the only other couple who came in (one of the individuals was as obnoxious as possible) in the booth right next to us in an otherwise EMPTY restaurant! I glared at her. She didn’t seem to understand what she had done. We left.
I enjoyed a bottle of spiked eggnog (or two). My husband shifted from day shift to night shift. Trying to stay up with him on his nights off, yet trying to get things done during the day, has me sleeping both day and night, totally upending my sense of schedule. I have been forgetting some of my medications, while simultaneously having hormonal disruption.
The best time for me to sleep to have the fewest interruptions, is right now, when I’m wide awake. Taking drugs to sleep at night, only has me sleeping both day and night, and that isn’t getting the dishes done, the paperwork done, or the doctor visits attended. Visiting with friends? Bah! I can’t plan ANY [expletive deleted] THING! I’m so frustrated!
I am completely discombobulated. I rarely know what day or time it is. I’m overfeeding my fish, because I can’t remember if I fed them or not, so I err on the side of having a snail issue in my tank rather than them go hungry.
Although I have no children, the song goes
“She’d been drinkin’ too much egg-nog,
And we’d begged her not to go,
But she’d forgot her medication
And she staggered out the door into the snow…
Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve,
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grampa, we believe”.
I feel like I am currently being trampled under foot and I have no idea how to get out of this vicious spin cycle. I was hoping writing it out would clarify things, but it hasn’t. My husband is about to go on a weird 2-2-3 schedule (2 on, 2 off, 3 on 2 off, 2 on, 3 off), and I am so very, very lost. Seriously. My mind couldn’t adjust to his last 2 weird schedules, and this one is so much worse. It has me speechless, stupefied.