Yesterday (the sixth of November) I alternated between periods of extreme energy and extreme lethargy. Which seems kind of normal. Do something, get tired, rest, get energy, do something again. Only that isn't how it felt. It felt more like this:
ON off ON
As I stated in my previous post, I did reorganize the Room of Euphemism. And then collapsed for a three-hour nap. (BAD IDEA. It messes with my night. Which in turn will mess with the following day.)
But then I woke up and decided that I did need to move furniture around in the children's room and throw all clothes and toys on the floor and discover missing library books and fill three hampers and two trashbags and partially dismantle a toddler bed. And completely lost track of time. Spouse returned and was amused. He had told children that the rearrangement of sleeping situations would not happen until the weekend.
I told them it definitely would NOT happen on the day that I just went ahead and changed everything.
Realized on the way to band rehearsal that I had eaten the following items: a bagel with honey-mascarpone cheese, a mug of hot chocolate, a cupcake and a bag of fake popcorn. Realizing that I likely need to get back to the habit of tracking what I eat. Because, really... ridiculous.
Throughout rehearsal I was fighting with EXTREME IRRITATION at our substitute director. He is a perfectly nice man. He is a good conductor. He pays careful attention to the details and is exacting about getting the right sound. And I did not care about any of that.
I did not like his tone of voice. I didn't have patience while he was working with other sections while I waited and waited and waited. And then when we eventually got to a section where I had something to do... my brain had gone to sleep and I was not on the ball. Nor was anyone else in my section.
And I just wanted to get up and scream. Nothing intelligible. Just kind of a general holler.
I do not have this reaction to conductors. Not even the really arrogant ones who through tantrums when things don't go the way they want. Not even the incompetent ones who make me think, "I could totally do better than this."
But this perfectly nice person raised my ire in such a disturbing manner, that I excused myself to get a drink of water in the middle of rehearsal so I would not act on any of my worse impulses.
And I tap danced down the hall, leaving a trail of unintentional scuff marks in my wake.
I told Spouse I would need to wear different shoes to practice. Because clearly THAT was the problem.
I stayed up after Spouse went to bed working on my new beading project. I am beading a nametag for myself to wear at Quaker meeting. Because I don't wear a nametag. But I figure if I really like my nametag, maybe I will. And I am going to slip some of my "negative communication factotum" business cards in a pocket at the back so I am armed with a response if I am taken aback by someone's response to me at meeting.
I was super tempted to stay up really really late. I only didn't because I ran out of the right color of bead and I didn't want to wake Spouse by rummaging around looking for my excess beads.
Now I am tired. I will try SUPER HARD not to take a nap this afternoon. Naps, along with very late nights, are two of my favorite things. And they are not good for me. Much like cheesecake and chocolate.
Although tap is definitely working its way up the list of my favorite things. How awesomely ridiculous. Because tap is not bad for me at all. It doesn't hurt my ankles, or anything.
forgot morning meds but drove back home to get them
will eat better today
will try not to sleep
have been using my yellow glasses at night. I like it.
Quaker, teacher, parent,