Ugh, I haven't experienced this particular flavour of exhaustion for a few months at least.
The weather remains unpredictable. I'm all for the cooler weather but Mum's getting a little cranky about needing heaters in December. However, the really spectacular weather turned up on Sunday about half an hour before we left for Nephew #1's 4th Birthday party. There was an absolute downpour here complete with thunder but when we got to brother's house we discovered the remains of hail. Brother said it was ankle-deep
in their backyard. Bloody hell. Luckily, there was only a little rain after that so the kids could still play outside.
As such things go, there were minimal tantrums and as many adults as children, which helped. Brother displayed his general excellence with children in running the games (seriously, children and animals love
brother) and, to our considerable astonishment, displayed previously unknown cake-making skills.
Yes, he made the birthday cake and shaped and decorated it to look like a red and black guitar. It was fantastic! There was a rock star theme for the party as Nephew #1 is insane about music. He has a several guitars, takes lessons and has his own drum kit. Not
a toy one. He destroyed the toy ones apparently. Not sturdy enough. (Still, my brain keeps repeating, he's four
.) He has two music posters in his bedroom - AC/DC and Justin Beiber.
Yeah, I have no idea.
Minimal contact with SiL, laboured conversation with her mother but the rest of the family are nice.
Anyway, after nearly four hours we decided to take our leave (I did not have a raging headache which surprised and delighted me but I was tired) and we briefly stopped by the homemaker centre to pick up the mini sound system that was on order. We may also have spotted a coffee table. But by the time we got home I was feeling very faded. I managed to stay alert long enough to heat some leftover celery soup for dinner but then I headed for the sofa and curled up with the purring cat for several hours. I haven't fallen asleep on the sofa for ages
. Blegh. (Also, nearly ick. The next morning, Mum found the cat had upchucked a hairball where I'd been lying. Thank you for waiting, puss.)
Around midnight, I woke up and thought I'd better try for bed. It still took me a bleary hour to make it through my going-to-bed routine. (Brushing my teeth, washing my face, getting changed, etc, takes energy
. During my worst phase, I was falling asleep on the sofa so many nights because I just didn't have the energy to go brush my teeth or even to take my clothes off.)
As for yesterday ... yeah, not much happened. I'm a little better today but I didn't go with Mum to the local garden centre's Christmas sale. Not surprisingly, she came home with new Christmas decorations even though we said we'd already bought our new decoration for the year. Plus, mass quantities of soil and mulch but we needed that.
I'm not even sure if this post makes sense ... I was feeling better earlier but I'm getting bleary again.Anyone else for Christmas cards?
Last call! And reciprocation not required!