anagramofbrat | Overdoing it

So yesterday I wrote out one of my infamous monster to-do lists not thinking that I'd get to any of it. WRONG. Hair was de-yarned, kids room and our room were cleaned, bed was taken apart and put back together, more stuff was unpacked, and I've started loading up the kids room with books. Also did all the laundry ever, etc etc etc.

I was ready to crash and burn around 6:30.

Before y'all ask, yes I did eat. But I've been pretty much going on this move since last Sunday like someone lit a firecracker under my ass. In 90+ degree heat most of the week. So I'm more than a little fried... my wrists/arms are killing me and my ankles have puffed up to twice their normal size for the first time since last summer. (that I'm a little wth about.) I pretty much had to tell cell23 last night to make me sit down and shut up if I tried to do anything strenuous today, which was probably a good thing to do because my brain is still all like YOU HAVE T-SHIRTS ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND YOUR BOOKS STILL ARENT UNPACKED YET AND ALL THE FLOORS NEED MOPPING CAUSE EVERYONES FEET TURN BLACK IF YOU RUN AROUND BAREFOOT IN HERE AND AUGGGGH. It's like I got space that I'm marginally in control of and I lost my shit. Okay, lol. But yeah, I'm going to be taking it easy and ignoring everyone in the head.

In less Andee has lost her mind news, we have the kids this weekend and so far they both seem to really like the new place a lot. It helps that it's laid out pretty similar to cell23's previous apartment, I think. I guess silver lining to crashing out early (I was pretty much out by 10) is being up now and not being cranky about it.

Should go make coffee now.