The More Gray the Merrier….and other random thoughts.

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I have strands of gray in my hair. It happens with old age. I consider myself old these days. I haven’t been blogging lately because I’m too busy getting gray hair from all the stress!

Last Saturday we cleaned the kitchen in our new house (just our kitchen) for five hours. FIVE HOURS! Oh, if I had all the money in the world I would have just hired someone to build us a house and then another person to handle all the stress while I just shop for decor and pick paint colors! So back to last Saturday, when my gray really started to kick in…I finally sent my husband to get us some food realizing it was three o’clock in the afternoon and I hadn’t eaten all day. I luckily found two tiny bags of Skittles in my purse which I dumped into my mouth immediately. I was experiencing a Clorox bleach and sugar high all at once, it wasn’t pretty. I continued to find more things ‘wrong’ with our new home that I wasn’t too happy about, which caused for a phone call telling my husband to stop and get alcohol before he came back. Alcohol and Chipotle…my Saturday.

The days all mesh together now. I was sick, Emma was really sick, I was sick over her being sick….lots of sickness. Then there’s the new house…the cleaning, the paint that isn’t getting done so we are stuck because we can’t move in until the paint is done and we can’t get new carpet until the paint is done and dry and we can’t get the other carpets cleaned until the paint is done. It’s all about the paint being done….THAT ISN’T DONE!

I can’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep. I toss and turn with the lists in my head for the new home, the move from the old home to the new home, regular ‘mom’ things and trying to just function like a normal human being despite being one hundred percent sure I’m a zombie these days…or a robot who only wants to eat carbs.

Carbs are like my gray hair, the more the merrier. I love carbs. They are so bad for you and my best friend when I am stressed. I’ve eaten so many carbs lately I’m starting to look like a potato, lumps and all. Which reminds me…working out! HA! I haven’t done that since I injured my back three weeks ago which isn’t healing because I carry an 18-pound baby around (add another 25 pounds for the car seat!). I desperately need to work out, it’s the only thing that gives me energy…maybe I’ll just start drinking Red Bull…or coffee?

I just got an email to all employees at work about a large tape dispenser missing…is this Office Space? Where’s my stapler?

If I get through this week without killing someone or becoming an alcoholic I think I will be in good shape. Wish me luck!

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