Life is so uneventful in my world at the moment. I drag myself out of bed, stand in the shower for way too long, throw on some clothes, have some multigrain toast and vegemite because my tummy is has been feeling a bit unsettled early in the morning and vegemite doesn't seem to bother it more, and head off to work. After work I come home, collapse for a hour or two with a book or blogosphere, drag myself out of bed to organise some form of dinner, perhaps (if I'm lucky) do a few chore like the dishes or some washing and then head back to bed.
On the weekend (and Fridays) there is sleep, sleep and more sleep. There are pyjama filled days. There are groans at the thought of leaving the house. There is not much housework going on. I am definitely going to get a cleaner, I just have to locate some energy to ring around and find one...
Last weekend the highlight was going to Ikea and spending a few hours doing some craft room unpacking. But then I was so knackered for the rest of the weekend that I didn't even have the energy to make it to Brown Owls on Sunday. Very sad.
I am getting incredibly bored with being tired all the time. I had yesterday off because I was feeling very nauseous and I slept for most of the day and still today at work people were saying I looked really tired. *sigh*
I want to wave a magic wand and have some relatively normal energy levels back.
I know I shouldn't whinge because in the scheme of things, I have it relatively easy. But I miss the old me. The old me who back in those days I thought was always a bit tired, but now I know better.
What do you miss about the 'good old days' when you didn't realise how good you had it?