I am the wrong kind of tired
Mar. 26th, 2002 06:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenI don't know why. I'm tempted to blame the weather. Rainy days tend to make me feel wonkier than usual, which makes sense given the fact that I'm sensitive to changes in the barometer. Sinus headaches - your friend, your enemy. Except for the "your friend" part. Although Reiki is a big help with that, so there's my crystal gazing new age recommendation for the day.
I slept fine last night. I even went to bed earlier than usual, RPG from Hell notwithstanding. But when I woke up this morning I was just not there. Not that I'm ever Suzy Sunshine when the sun comes up anyway, but less so this morning. My cat learned to steer clear from me quick if he wanted to yowl his head off. I can't cope with noise when I'm tired.
Then this morning I was visited by the Ants of Borezantium. That drove me nuts. I'll grant you I'm not Martha Stewart with the housekeeping - I should dust and vacuum more often than I do - but I do keep a clean kitchen, dammit. I don't leave out crumbs, all my food is sealed tight, and everything is swept and washed off of the floor and countertops as soon as I'm done eating.
However my darling cat knocked a piece of food underneath some shelves that was too far back for my broom to reach - and therefore for me to notice either. So there I am trying to give the yelling idiot some fresh water and YA! The floor's moving!
Grr. So now in addition to being tired and cranky, I've got to deal with insects. My building has an exterminator service so I called up for that right away, but the idiot on the other end hung up before I could find out when they were coming. And since my mornings don't have much by way of wiggle room even when I'm not exhausted and forced to reclean the kitchen from top to bottom, I couldn't call back and deal with the 20 rings it takes for somebody on the other end to pick up to ask when I could expect them.
Fortunately I keep bug spray handy. So I moved the food and water, cleaned up more carefully, and dosed the area with Raid (moving the location of the food and water so idiot kitty doesn't get sick). That kept a hold on my bug anxieties long enough for me to get to work, although of course it made my pancakes taste funny thanks to the ambient smell. (Raid Unscented, a contradiction in terms).
Work went fine, although dealing with my boss when she's in manic mode (today's crisis was her thinking that she should organize which student had what class, even though the other teachers and I had already figured this out and the only flaw in our plan was one student who showed up even though she wasn't on the schedule - and said student was quickly taken care of anyway. But even still we had to have conversations like "But what is TBQ doing?" "An HTML class, remember?" "Still? Can't you give them practices?" "It's their last class. Remember you told me to finish them?" "Oh, right - yeah, do that because they have too many hours and [insert lecture about students with too many hours here]" lather, rinse, repeat.
Back home again I took a nap but I didn't get deep enough into sleep to fix the wonky feeling. I got some work done - doing nothing that required a lot of brainpower - and did some more apt. cleaning to help with the ant situation, such as mopping up the kitchen floor, which I needed to do today anyway. But I can tell I'm the wrong kind of tired when I'm getting outwitted by the vacuum cleaner cord. I should not be outwitted by inanimate objects. Not for what my parents paid to get me into college. ;)
I should do laundry. I'm pretty sure I won't. I have at least 3 loads and if I'm this grumpy and uncoordinated now I don't want to even think about how bad it's going to be trying to wrestle all that crap downstairs. I think laundry is what God invented Wednesday for.
I slept fine last night. I even went to bed earlier than usual, RPG from Hell notwithstanding. But when I woke up this morning I was just not there. Not that I'm ever Suzy Sunshine when the sun comes up anyway, but less so this morning. My cat learned to steer clear from me quick if he wanted to yowl his head off. I can't cope with noise when I'm tired.
Then this morning I was visited by the Ants of Borezantium. That drove me nuts. I'll grant you I'm not Martha Stewart with the housekeeping - I should dust and vacuum more often than I do - but I do keep a clean kitchen, dammit. I don't leave out crumbs, all my food is sealed tight, and everything is swept and washed off of the floor and countertops as soon as I'm done eating.
However my darling cat knocked a piece of food underneath some shelves that was too far back for my broom to reach - and therefore for me to notice either. So there I am trying to give the yelling idiot some fresh water and YA! The floor's moving!
Grr. So now in addition to being tired and cranky, I've got to deal with insects. My building has an exterminator service so I called up for that right away, but the idiot on the other end hung up before I could find out when they were coming. And since my mornings don't have much by way of wiggle room even when I'm not exhausted and forced to reclean the kitchen from top to bottom, I couldn't call back and deal with the 20 rings it takes for somebody on the other end to pick up to ask when I could expect them.
Fortunately I keep bug spray handy. So I moved the food and water, cleaned up more carefully, and dosed the area with Raid (moving the location of the food and water so idiot kitty doesn't get sick). That kept a hold on my bug anxieties long enough for me to get to work, although of course it made my pancakes taste funny thanks to the ambient smell. (Raid Unscented, a contradiction in terms).
Work went fine, although dealing with my boss when she's in manic mode (today's crisis was her thinking that she should organize which student had what class, even though the other teachers and I had already figured this out and the only flaw in our plan was one student who showed up even though she wasn't on the schedule - and said student was quickly taken care of anyway. But even still we had to have conversations like "But what is TBQ doing?" "An HTML class, remember?" "Still? Can't you give them practices?" "It's their last class. Remember you told me to finish them?" "Oh, right - yeah, do that because they have too many hours and [insert lecture about students with too many hours here]" lather, rinse, repeat.
Back home again I took a nap but I didn't get deep enough into sleep to fix the wonky feeling. I got some work done - doing nothing that required a lot of brainpower - and did some more apt. cleaning to help with the ant situation, such as mopping up the kitchen floor, which I needed to do today anyway. But I can tell I'm the wrong kind of tired when I'm getting outwitted by the vacuum cleaner cord. I should not be outwitted by inanimate objects. Not for what my parents paid to get me into college. ;)
I should do laundry. I'm pretty sure I won't. I have at least 3 loads and if I'm this grumpy and uncoordinated now I don't want to even think about how bad it's going to be trying to wrestle all that crap downstairs. I think laundry is what God invented Wednesday for.
