Y’all.
I feel that this week it has become abundantly clear that there isn’t much going on here right now. And, don’t get me wrong, I’m fine with that. It just makes for zero blog material that serves any purpose other than being a sleeping aid.
So I apologize for that.
Unless you’re over forty and prone to bouts of insomnia like I am. In which case, you’re welcome.
Part of the problem is I’ve just been so tired. I’ve been going to bed earlier than usual and I still wake up tired. Perhaps I should get my iron levels checked. Or maybe I have the West Nile.
Although when I suggested the West Nile theory to P the other day he totally blew me off because I may also have a touch of the hypochondriac.
Whatever.
Speaking of, this week is Red Ribbon Week at Caroline’s school.
(I’m pretty sure Red Ribbon Week is about saying no to drugs. I could tell you for sure if I’d paid attention to the flyer that came home. Also anything about saying no to drugs always reminds me of that episode of Diff’rent Strokes when Nancy Reagan guest starred and Arnold said, “Whatchu talkin”bout Mrs. Reagan?”)
And so every day is a different dress up day. On Monday the kids wore different colors in support of various causes. Tuesday was pajama day and I had no idea until Tuesday morning how many different variations on pajamas Caroline could concoct. It seemed to be directly proportional to how late she was about to be to school.
Wednesday, the kids wore their favorite team jersey and I’m proud to say Caroline not only wore her Aggie 12th Man jersey but also had me paint her face with an ATM. I feel that this little step of going the extra fan mile means there’s a better than 75% chance that she might eventually end up wearing a fake afro wig in team colors to a football game someday.
As we looked over the week’s dress-up days, I noticed that Thursday was designated as a day to dress up as what you want to be when you grow up. For the last few months, Caroline has mentioned several times that she wants to be an author and write books. So I asked, “Do you want to dress like someone who writes books?” while trying to figure out exactly what that would look like. Maybe a jacket with elbow patches? A pipe?
When P piped up, “They’ve already had pajama day.”
Well played, P. Well played.
Whatever the case, she’s decided she wants to be a professional soccer player this week. And so she’s going to wear her soccer uniform and I am eternally grateful because that’s easy. Especially since my version of an author outfit involved channeling C.S. Lewis.
In other non-interesting news, Caroline had a dentist appointment and didn’t have any cavities. The dentist mentioned she’s doing a good job of brushing her teeth which is good because I wasn’t sure if the twenty minutes she spends in the bathroom every night were actually spent brushing her teeth or just practicing all her different faces in the mirror while she dodges going to bed.
And then we left the dentist and I let her go with me to vote. I explained that voting was a privilege, that people have died for our freedom to choose our leaders, and that this is one of the most important elections I can remember. She said, “AND I get to miss the end of Music class”.
Yes, that too.
God bless America.
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Sleepiness abounds in these parts as well. It’s not a carbon monoxide leak, so I’m at a loss. Each day spent nodding off while I’m trying to complete something important makes me exceedingly more afraid of the impending time change. Is it going to get worse?
Well played, indeed, P.
It’s crazy sock day over here for Red Ribbon Week.
Vitamin D.
I felt the same way you described. No matter how much I slept at night I was still exhausted the next day. I seriously thought I was suffering from depression. I went to my doctor — and she wanted to do blood tests before talking about depression and I’m glad she did. My vitamin D was so low that it was BARELY on the charts. I started taking a HUGE dose daily and I started feeling better in 2-3 weeks.
No, this is not a paid endorsement brought to you by vitamin D….and I am not your Great Aunt Bertha who doles out medical advice about bursitis…it just made that.much.of.a.difference.
My vitamin D was also extremely low. I was shocked because I am outside in the sun All. Day. Long. But, I guess all that sunscreen I slather on actually works. Like you, I started feeling better after starting D. An added benefit is that my nails, which have always been good, are now so strong I need to use clippers before I file. I figured the D must be making the calcium REALLY work.
What exactly was P trying to say? LOL!
Our school combines character week and red ribbon week. As in the pillars of character such as respect, responsibility, caring, fairness. So today is wear orange for fairness and wear it inside out because “Drugs turn you inside out!” My seven year old gave me a strange look when I handed her an inside-out orange shirt this morning. Of course the nine year old turned everything inside-out (shirt, pants, socks) although I got the same strange look when I asked her if her underwear was inside out.
It is crazy sock day here. My poor child went to school today in regular ole white socks. First it is really hard to find crazy socks for a boy. Sencondly I figure it was enough that I managed to get the child dressed in his costume for dress rehearsal today. At least those are my excuses and I’m sticking to them.
Melanie, what you consider “zero blog material” is the funniest thing ever! Don’t ever stop writing about your days.
PS — get your thyroid checked. I was about your age when I developed hypothyroidism. If that’s what is causing your fatigue, they’ll just give you a pill (thyroid hormone) to take every day.
My husband had hypothyroidism. He was hungry all the time, ate whatever he wanted and never gained any weight. He said that is the one thing he should have never got fixed!
I was going to suggest getting your thyroid checked as well. You know, since we are all obviously a group of well-practiced MD’s.
I was diagnosed with hypothyroid at age 15. I am now 33. I have been taking my pill daily for 18 years. When my dose needs to be changed, I get very (VERY!) tired.
Whatever it is, hope you figure it out!
I hear ya on the fatigue. I could go back to bed right now! And I’ve only been up 2.5 hours.
P cracks me up, that sounds like something my hubby would say to me.
I am trying so hard to get my son to dress up as a soccer player, and my daughter a cheerleader for Halloween.
After all, they already have very expensive uniforms for both, but it is a hard sell… since they already wear those pretty much every weekend.
Kudos for getting your girl to wear her uniform to school! (So sweet that she wants to be a writer like her Mommy!)
I love your blog! Always funny!…and this is the one blog where the comments are almost as funny as the blog writer’s! I rarely read the comments, but on your blog, I almost always do! Haha!
LOVE! I think we should have one big slumber party for all us tired moms. You got room??
We have Red Ribbon Week here, too. Today was Wild Hair Day. It was also Muffins with Mom Day. Or what I like to call Moms with Muffin Tops Day. I won.
We’re sporting our red ribbons too. Only there’s no dress up day to go with it.
I’m tired all the time as well. I think it’s the 40 something in me.
Life just zips on…whether we’re ready or not.
Oh have mercy I don’t have time to sit here at the computer in fits of slap-happy, overtired giggles. I am supposed to be organizing my baking stuff so I can post today at a reasonable hour, say by 11PM and not 4AM. (“Hi, my name is Claire and I am 40-something and I work on my blog until all hours because I cannot sleep.”).
I love stopping by and reading your posts – they always make me laugh.
Thanks!
Claire
PS This is also red ribbon week at Littlest and Middlest’s school. You just reminded me that I think they were supposed to wear red today. Oops. I consider getting them fed, dressed and out the door on two hours sleep to be an accomplishment today…
You should look up sleepiness on Web-MD. I bet it would confirm your West Nile diagnosis. Or at least feed the hypochondriac in you! Very funny post considering there is not much going on with you.
Whoever decides to make Red-Ribbon-dress-up-EVERY-SINGLE-DAY Week some other time than the week leading up to Halloween when we are already fighting over costumes as it is, gets my vote for President.
Well, I’m over 40 and struggle with insomnia nightly! So, I guess that makes me a candidate for your “boring” (NADA) blog.
In total seriousness, I take all the right things recommended ie; melatonin, L-tryptophan, calcium & Vitamin C combined, pure Vitamin D etc; (I’m hardcore against any REAL DRUGS); I even put lavendar oil in a warm tub at night and I still can’t sleep! It doesn’t help matters that my bladder wakes me up about every 2 hours, but often once I’m awake, I can’t get back to sleep!
Keep writing, I enjoy reading.
I always bring out the West Nile diagnosis when I have any number of ailments. My husband responds much like yours.
You’re probably tired because of insomnia but I agree with those who said to get your thyroid checked. The docs don’t generally check for this in people who are slim like you but I was slim like you when I was way younger and finally a doctor friend who observed my general behavior suggested I have it checked and he was right. My hair was thinning, I was tired, liked naps, my digestion was always a little messed up, my period was not regular but because all of these things don’t add up to anything TERRIBLY wrong, they sometimes go unnoticed. Ask for a TSH and a T-4. Also fyi, there is a scale for the test results. Make sure your numbers are at the top of the normal scale. If they are at the bottom of the normal scale, it might help to take .5 mcg or so….ok, shutting up. Glad you liked that little poem from yesterday!
What is it with pajama day for say-no-to-drugs? They had it at all three school levels we have kids in – even the high school!
I figure it’s my kids’ responsibility to tell me or get themselves dressed up for things like this. My middle schooler participated most days, but she drew the line at pajama day.
Number 1. You do not have West Nile Virus. I had it, and girl, you have no idea!
Number 2. It is confirmed. I adore P. He is hilarious.
Number 3. Vitamin D is a good diagnosis. Also, what many fail to recognize is a lack of exercise —it helps, I swear. And the big one, dehydration. Dring a big ole glass of water at lunch. And chug down a Vitamin D as well.
Number 4. Eat more watermelon. Hahahahahahaha. Inside joke.
I think I need to be an author when I grow up and wear pajamas. Sounds awesome.
P is very funny.
Still laughing….
Ahh Miss Caroline, keeping the priorities in perspective. I’ve voted too, so now the political commericals can all go away. And P – he does have a sense of the humor.
“I wasn’t sure if the twenty minutes she spends in the bathroom every night were actually spent brushing her teeth or just practicing all her different faces in the mirror while she dodges going to bed.”
That sentence describes my entire childhood… My dad still tells people that I would talk to myself in the mirror instead of getting ready for bed.