That will teach me

There may have been a whole lot of love in the air on Saturday, but by Sunday night my mood had turned into a really malignant state of affairs I'm sorry and ashamed to say.
By 9pm I didn't want to talk to anyone and really needed 'me' time with a capital M where I was so tired. I wouldn't say my stats were very low, but my breathing really was quite unpleasant with anything and everything wearing me out.
I went to bed and fell into a lovely deep sleep, but unfortunately it only lasted about half an hour and I was wide awake again and this time sleep evaded me leaving me even more bad tempered. My last trip to the toilet which was done out of boredom, was about 3.20am and luckily this time I actually went off for a couple of hours before waking up again.
My first sight of me in the mirror was pretty grim. White as a sheet with big dark circles around the eyes, a good look for Halloween, but not one for a Monday morning, thank goodness I wasn't still at work.
So this morning's tasks were executed very slowly indeed until my colour came back to me. I switched on the washing machine and then went back to sleep for an hour. I sat in bed doing my drugs before putting out my washing and then I had a bath which I fell asleep in.
It was one of those mornings which wasn't helped by the fact I had let my fridge run down as I was out Friday night, all day Saturday and Sunday lunch at my sisters. So eating a cupcake is not a healthy choice as far as breakfasts go, but as it was 11am before I actually got my act together, I suppose it could be classed as an elevenses?

Still from lunchtime onwards was ok as I spent that food shopping, cooking mother's dinner and then rehab and yes I whipped those OAP suckers arses! Well before I start crowing too loudly, I did my walk outside in the exercise yard and it was too cold out there for them, so they were probably speeding about in the warm hall. One of the old girls kept giving me dagger looks every time I threw the ball at her, so perhaps not all my aggression had disappeared, but she still spoke to me, so I couldn't have been that bad.
And after that my youngest son looked after me and cooked a rather wholesome casserole round his for us both. I was unfortunately late though, as I stopped off to get a dessert and promptly lost my car keys getting into the car. Payback Karma obviously for throwing the ball too hard at the old girl and for being a grump last night. Just as I was about to cry and ring Oliver to get him to drive back to mine and get the spare set, I found them in my shopping bag. I swear they fell on the floor otherwise I wouldn't have been kneeling on the cold carpark, but as I said... Karma for being grumpy.
After my belly was full, I drove home to do round two of drugs and by jingo it was freezing out there! In fact I do believe it was close to freezing fog. All the cars in his carpark had a coat of frost over them, mine included and as I had also lost my glove at the same time as losing my keys, I was not a happy bunny... Ok I'll stop being a bitch already!
But driving home the fog was quite thick in places, so I was more than glad to get home to my warm bungalow.
Hopefully I'll be able to snuggle down under the covers and sleep will come and stay tonight.

Lots of love Debbie x