I am usually pretty positive. But six weeks of being home is starting to wear on me.
I am finally getting out a little here and there. OT three days a weeks. Massage one day a week; don't get jealous of the massage - Jen beats my body in order to break down the scar tissue and to combat the fatigue in my body. I did go to see Shyla. I do get to the salon.
It's not the same.
I am still limited.
I am living in a man-made mess as Peter gets ready to leave for college. I have my own mess in the dining room, the kitchen and the not so magical Magic Basement. Bella still hasn't unpacked from Alaska. The plants at the front door died. The dog certainly never learned to pick up after himself.
There is shit from one end of the house to the other.
It's getting on my nerves.
Normally, I would just tidy it up and be done with it. I don't even have the get up and go to do that.
::: sigh :::
I have required more sleep than a baby. I got up early (for me) today - before 9:00. I have a couple of errands to run and then I will just figure out a way to get this place neat as a pin. I will set a timer for 30 minutes and see what everyone together can accomplish. Once it's tidy I am sure I will get out of this mood.
Let's face it...I am going to miss Peter's mess...maybe.
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe