Crash

I have to won­der if I’m get­ting hypo­glycemic or some­thing. I’m real­ly bad about for­get­ting to eat, and have had two hor­ri­ble headaches in the last few days due to going too long (but not an unusu­al amount of time for me) between meals. And this morn­ing I felt so much bet­ter after eat­ing, even though I was­n’t aware that I was­n’t feel­ing so well before eat­ing, that it makes me go “hmmm.”

Hav­ing Jack­son here was tir­ing, but with every day it got eas­i­er as we set­tled into a rou­tine. With the actu­al prop­er equip­ment and child-proof­ing, it would­n’t have been dif­fi­cult at all.

Fun­ny thing is, I’ve been almost com­plete­ly non-pro­duc­tive today. I have caught up on read­ing the news and oth­er stuff I’d been skip­ping, but I haven’t got­ten much done. By this time yes­ter­day, I’d cleaned the kitchen, stripped two beds, done five loads of laun­dry, and unloaded, reloaded, run, and unloaded the dish­wash­er again. I haven’t even been down to the laun­dry room today. I need to hit the kitchen again, do more laun­dry, and fin­ish get­ting books on the shelves that are in place. The laun­dry room needs to be wiped down and the kitchen needs to be swept and mopped again. Hav­ing Jack­son around kept me from sit­ting and zon­ing out at the PC, so I got a lot more done.

Phys­i­cal­ly, I’m also feel­ing like I’ve been beat­en, although I did sleep well last night. We changed the mat­tress and it’s much firmer, but maybe I’ll get used to it. sam­bear cer­tain­ly slept much bet­ter than he has been.

I need to make a trip to the library, too. But I don’t want to leave the house. I’m feel­ing cocoonish.