Wacky Ways

That's me, just plain wacky these days.  Days feel like night time to me, nights like days.  Fatiqued all the time but down right exhausted usually by 3-4 in the afternoon.  I've been hitting the sack before Joey lately, and then waking up 3 hours later for the night.  I try to go back in and get back to sleep after a little while, but it doesn't seem to work very well.

I'm so foggy these days that literally I feel like I need to write myself a note when I need to go potty that says "You were on your way to the bathroom" because if Joey interrupts me enroute, I can't remember where I was going by the time I've taken care of his needs.  Hope this is just a phase of my Fibromyalgia and not something more menacing like senility or dementia.

I swear sometimes I feel as though I'm 83 instead of 43, although I must say most of the 80+'s that I know have more get up and go than I do at my age.  There off to the casino, or playing Bunko with friends, going out to lunch, etc.  Just having fun.  Can't say I have a lot of fun these days, though I'm trying.

I'm doing a card stamping class once a month and Crystal and I just signed up for the first course of a cake decorating class that will be on Monday evenings for four weeks.  Hope I can manage to stay awake to take it.  I'll have to be sure and get in a nap as soon as Larry gets home from work so that I'll have the energy to go and focus.  Seems like everything in my life these days takes a lot of pre-planning in order to actually get accomplished.

Ahhh, the wacky ways of being an older mom with health issues.  It's my life, so I've gotta love it, and for the most part do.