There's nothing like waking up in the morning and realizing that everything you needed to do the evening before to make your day easier....isn't done.
And I know that if I would exercise more, I would be less tired. But if I'm too tired to exercise (apparently), I believe I'm already locked into some sort of vicious downward spiral.
I was dreaming about Trefoils last night. Sigh.
I'm rambling this morning, folks; my brain doesn't seem to have woken up yet, and I can't remember a darn thing from yesterday. Oh, except talking to the new neighbor. You see, the nice young gentleman we sold our old house to (who promised he wasn't planning on turning it into a rental property) turned it into a rental property. Thanks, buddy! Anyway, his new tenants just moved in - a nice family with 2 little girls. They look a little frightened when they see me and my nice-sized brood, especially now that they've learned that we used to live in the very same house that they are occupying. I think they've decided to avoid drinking the tap water.
Anyway, things that might not be good to say to a brand-new neighbor could include:
- We birthed 2 babies in the master bedroom!
- Leave some mousetraps under the kitchen sink. Trust me.
- I never could figure out what that weird smell in the washer was...
- How do you like the toilet in the main bathroom? Did you know it can flush 8 golfballs?
I guess the look on the new mom's face when I approach can only be described as "apprehensive," at this point. And she hasn't even read my blog...