Thursday, February 2, 2012
Too Busy; Too Tired.
Sometimes during the day, I manage to find just a little time while everyone else is buggering off upstairs for coffee, to sit and write my blog. Not lately. No. Lately I have been running around mock II with my hair on fire so blogging is an ‘at home’ past time.
This would have worked so much better if by the time I got home tonight, I hadn’t have been half dead. Wild horses wouldn’t have dragged me to boxing tonight. And let’s face it; even with a bit of glove/challenge from the Squeeze, he wouldn’t have got me there. Prodding with a stick wouldn’t have got me moving.
I’m one of those people that when the alarm goes off, it buzz’s once before I silence it and get out of bed to start the day. Alternatively, the Squeeze is a lingerer. If I lingered, I’d fall back into a deep sleep and wouldn’t wake up for anything.
This morning, I silenced the alarm but getting out of bed was like dragging up through mud, and the muzziness continued for at least a half hour; so obviously, I wasn’t going to be sitting up late blogging for too long!
And there I go, exhausted, but I start blogging and that turns into blathering. Prattling on about nothing! No wonder every so often the Squeeze says “would you shut up! Please!” I freely admit I could talk under water with a mouthful of marbles…
Posted by Mistress at 10:16 PM