Okay, this is how it is for me…

I know I come and go here and it must seem that I’m the least reliable person on the face of the planet.

I say I’m going to do something & quite often nothing happens.

There is a reason, however, and I’ve had a pretty tough week, so I’m just going to go verbally diuretic and let it all hang out.

Sorry.

and yes, I know that grammar was awful. so shoot me.

~ For that, too.

So what’s the story?

You’ve probably seen the page link at the top of this blog; “What is CFS?”.

Well, it’s a real pain, to be frank. That’s one thing I didn’t put in the information on that page.

I actually thought that a detailed look at my past week might help people in understanding more about Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, & how it affects the lives of those it touches..

To be brief, I’ve spent four out of the last five days sleeping.

And the nights. And I’m still tired.

The kidz have missed me, as I’ve gone to bed while they were still at the dinner table twice, and still been sleeping on two mornings when they both left for school.

Thank heavens for Grandma!

WonderHubby has missed me, for much the same reason.

My mother has seen quite a bit more of me than usual this week, but I’ve been kind of busy snoring, so the conversation has lagged a bit.

The cat has missed me too, and has spent each night curled up tight beside me to get maximum “oomph” from my drowsily-delivered strokes at 1.30am.

Tonight, I’m in one of my ‘productive’ phases.

This means that:

1. I will get a lot done in a short time. It’s a great time to finish unfinished jobs or write blog posts for the future,
2. I will probably be unable to sleep tonight,
3. I am in danger of burning out if I don’t manage to cool it soon.

My life is a continual roller-coaster of this cycle, sometimes more or less pronounced, but it’s usually there to be spotted by the keen eye.

This is why I come over all enthusiastic at times & start things I can’t possibly keep up with over the long term.

And before you ask, I’m not bipolar.
I’ve checked.
Several times, in fact.

It’s just the way my body works now, and I’ve pretty much made my peace with it.

Pretty much.

So next time I announce wild new plans and charge off with all guns blazing towards a new goal, please keep in mind that I do intend to see things through, but my body may well have other plans…

What’s a Girl To Do?

Last night was just the worst night for blogging.
I’ve been putting off upgrading Wordpress to the next version for a few weeks, but put it down to being too focused on writing for my blog.

Turns out that it may have been a premonition.

Tonight I decided to bite the bullet and just do it, as Nike say. I backed up the appropriate files, made a copy of the theme I’m using and followed all the instructions ~ or so I thought.

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Craft for Kidz Blog Carnival

I’ve been looking around on Blogcarnival, and there isn’t a carnival that features childrens’ craft projects.

Imagine that!

So I decided on the spur~of~the~moment to host one here @ Kidzarama on a monthly basis.

As anyone who has read about my fancy haircut will know, I am good at spur~of~the~moment.

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Shower Hack Job

I finally got fed up with my hair this morning in the shower and attacked it with the pair of rusty, bluntened scissors we keep in the laundry (near our 2nd shower).

Seriously.

And it’s not the first time I’ve done this.

I’d been meaning to go to the hairdresser’s for weeks, but hadn’t had the energy, what with starting some new anxiety medication and a bonus course of antibiotics.

Plus I haven’t had a hairdresser I’m happy with for years. I usually just go into the nearest one on the spur-of-the-moment.

I was too terrified to look in the mirror for over an hour.

There was a huge clump of hair in the bottom of the shower recess.

What would WonderHubby say?

What would my mother say? (yes, I know I’m over 30, but she still scares me sometimes)

Amazingly, it didn’t turn out too badly.

Thank GOD.

I’m actually feeling quite happy with the result, considering. (I’ve definitely had worse ‘dos’.)

WonderHubby likes it, too.

My mother hasn’t seen it yet, though.

I’m really going to try really hard not to do this ever again.

Really.

What do you think?

Please be honest…