I am giddy with tiredness. I am waaaaay over tired. But here I am - in bed- in the dark watching U2 on YouTube. It was apparently very loud as RJ came in and told me to turn it down. What? It's Elevation - my absolutely favourite U2 song. I LOVE that song. Grudgingly I did turn it down. It's 12:48 AM and I should be well into my beauty rest. God knows at my age, puffy eyes in the morning are totally not attractive.
The Edge... coolest of the cool axe men and my goodness what is it about those strong quiet guitar types anyway? That touque though.. as much as he always wears it - I bet he's gone bald under that hat and has "issues." WhatEv. See how tired I am rambling away on the blog.
This has been a seriously stupidly busy week. I had things going on every evening after work. A couple of meetings, an exit interview with a coach leaving the gym - that was some one hour- a memorial service for a friend's dad, plus the usual chauffering and dealing with RJ and Frenchy. Rebel came around more than once scrounging for food.
The windows were all replaced and I had to take care of a couple of little imperfections. TattooYou - the Hunky Handyman's work partner - came in to paint trim along the front hall and finish the main floor. I had planned on a quiet weekend alone at home but for some reason RJ didn't go to the XSU's place and I ended up having to run her around with Frenchy. The weekend was no better. I didn't stop either day and I find I am not interested in that kind of pace but with no one around to pick up around me, I did what I had to do.
On the one hand I don't mind RJ being here but she has not an ounce of gratitude in her little self and I am rather tired of it. I am hoping that once Frenchy leaves, in 10 days, that RJ will go spend some time at her dad's and leave me in peace for a week or three. Unmotherly? Perhaps but the reality is - I hope she is as brutal towards her father as she is to me. I am exhausted with her and need the break to re group.
This single parenting thing makes me tired and at the same time makes it impossible to sleep as stuff keeps racing through my head.
The two girls are eating me out of house and home. Have I ever mentioned that I do NOT enjoy grocery shopping except as therapy? To actually have to keep track of bread, milk, cheese and yogurt bores me. It was an SU task as was the monies spent on thd is stuff.. Two teen age girls in the house and I swear I am spending a small fortune every week on food. And of course the usual refrain of "there's nothing to eat" two minutes after all the groceries were put away.I had Rebel, her BF, RJ Frenchy and one of RJ's friends at the house this evening. Rebel wants take out food - and half the groceries went out the door with her. My kitchen is totally turned around due to the minor imperfection with the windows. too long of a story for now.
Do I sound cranky? I feel cranky. Perhaps a good night's rest would cure that? Vertigo - my other favourite U2 song. Time to crash. 6:30arrives way too soon.