That's me! My allergies are out of control, but if I take anything, it makes me so sleepy. I just need to get in the shower and let the steam clear up my head a bit.
Then, on Sunday morning, as I tried to step over Sissy (who was conveniently laying in the middle of the floor), so I could get some water, my left foot got tangled up in the raggedy bottom of the right side of my lounge pants and I fell. HARD. On porcelain tile. Thank goodness, I only spilled water and the cup is plastic. But, I landed hard on my right hand. It hurts like a mofo.
I don't think it's broken, because it's not swollen or bruised or anything. Just VEEERY tender. On top of that, I was taking popcorn chicken out of the oven and the top of my arm brushed the upper rack. Burn city.
Mom always said I was like a bull in a china shop.
And, NO, I am not going to the Doc in a Box for Xrays. I spent over an hour in the MRI tube on Saturday and I need to make an appointment with my new neurologist to read the films, Buddy and Sissy both need appointments for their well-child check-ups. I'm waiting on my new lens for my glasses to come in (the left was too strong). Then, I was emailed a "to do" list from the Evil Twin who doesn't feel my housekeeping skills are up to par. That's fine...I appreciate having someone prioritize for me. I tend to be scattered.
I'm just so sick of sitting in waiting rooms. If I had a J.O.B., I'd have been fired by now. That's how much time I spend juggling schedules.
I need to get motivated for the day. I think I can clear my "to do" list slate before I take Sissy to pre-school today.
Happy Tuesday, hooligans!