Can I have my hour back?
Sunday, March 10, 2013
I thought I "overslept" because apparently both hubby and myself set the clocks ahead last night....that ended up being two hours ahead. It's so grey and murky today you can't tell what time it is anyhow. So I jumped up and rushed around in circles to dress myself, feed animals, and start making breakfast. Nothing goes right when I try to hurry too much. I burnt DH's sausages, I over spiced the eggs, and the microwave decided to catch on fire (not flaming but there was stinky melted wire smoke coming out the back) so I didn't get my morning glass of tea made. Since the food was left pretty much disgusting I offered it with a big bowl of cereal and a "my bad". I opted for a leftover cold quesadilla because I ruined any desire for breakfast food for myself today.
I know it's not really that big of a deal and it happens twice a year but every time we go through our clock changes it completely throws me off track. My body has it's built in schedule that is now 1 hour wrong for a little while.
I guess I expended way too much energy in the first hour I was awake because I sat down after breakfast and drank my glass of tea (that was made on the stove...the hard way...lol). I started dozing back off. I think I should have let myself.
I finally got motivated to go do my workout. I made it about 15 minutes in and started sweating something awful, felt a little dizzy and I have no clue why (I hope I'm not coming down with anything because the kids I babysit all have a stomach bug). I couldn't take the horrible nasty sweats because it was so bad it was getting in my eyes and I couldn't see...so I decided I'll get in the last half of the workout after lunch...which is also really late today. It's 2pm (the clocks have all been fixed) now and I'm not even hungry.
I guess I should try to reclaim my day. There is plenty I could be doing like cleaning the linoleum from little muddy paw prints, dishes, and giving the microwave a proper "burial" (by flinging it in the trash) oh, and cleaning up the embarrassing amount of items that have fallen off the back of the microwave into the dust bunny colony. Not a surprise it burnt up but, I honestly never thought it could be that dirty behind it. I'll make it spotless before I get the husband's "I told you so after the last one you blew up". Seriously this is the 3rd one in two years...I have no clue how I abuse them because my Grandma still has an ancient Carousel from like 30 years ago.
Well, off to do something...even if it ends up being nothing.