Is this what everyone feels like all of the time?
Yesterday, I noticed something totally amazing.
I went to work all day yesterday, and then I went to the gym and did an hour on this machine - I don't even know what it's called - it's like the love child of a step machine and an elliptical. Anyway, got home around 6, and then cooked a decent but simple dinner (pork chops, rice, fresh green beans steamed.) During dinner, T asked to be excused to go to the bathroom, and then somehow managed to pee all over himself and the bathroom floor. I took him upstairs and cleaned him up, and then came back downstairs, finished dinner, and then cleaned the kitchen. After that, DH took T upstairs and put him to bed while I mopped the bathroom, and then did some laundry.
By this time, it was a little after 8. By that time every night, especially on a busy day like yesterday, I am completely and utterly exhausted. Like, to the point that most nights by the time I get home from work, I am mentally counting how many things I have left to do before I can pass out in bed. But last night, I felt fine. I wasn't tired. I wasn't wired at all, I just felt totally normal, like how I normally feel at nine in the morning. Just normal. It was the most amazing thing! All I can think is that maybe this is the effect of the Synthroid. Maybe it's not normal to be start dragging every day starting at about 4, and then getting progressively more and more exhausted until you are ready to drop by the time dinner is over. Maybe that was the thyroid thing. Maybe normal people feel relatively okay every day all the way until bedtime. Is that possible? I never even considered that I felt that bad or that I wasn't normal - I just thought that's what life feels like. Being tired is normal when you're a busy mom, right? But yesterday....yesterday was pretty awesome, just because it didn't suck. I'm hoping that the trend continues today. So far, so good.
What is this "money" thing that you speak of?
Ugh. I lost my debit card. I think I left it at the restaurant that DH's sister and I went to on Friday night. SIL had done me a favor and picked up T from MIL's house and brought him to meet me at the restaurant so that I had time to go to the gym after work. DH was at a teacher's conference that night, so he couldn't do it. So I paid for everyone's dinner, and I believe that is the last time I had my card. I picked up the stupid "frequent eaters" card or whatever it's called - even though we rarely eat at that restaurant. But I left my debit card. Perfect.
I discovered my accident on Saturday morning when I went to get myself an iced coffee. DH was at his second day of the conference, so I dragged T out to our neighborhood coffee shop only to discover (after they had already poured my coffee) that I didn't have my card or any cash (I never have any cash.) I tried to use my credit card instead, but it was declined (a completely different SNAFU that I have since fixed.) Luckily, a very nice lady behind me offered to pay for my coffee since I was apparently destitute. I'll have to pay that one forward someday soon.
Since my debit card was missing and my credit card was mysteriously frozen, I went to the bank to pull out some money to live on, report my card missing, and find out what the heck was going on with my credit card. I'm due to get my new debit card in about a week, but in the meantime I am paying for things with cash. Which should be fine, right? I distantly recall a time when I used to pay for EVERYTHING in cash. I can't remember when I got my debit card - maybe 2003 or 2004? After I got my debit card, I never looked back. If a store or restaurant doesn't accept credit cards, I pretty much just don't shop there.
I went to Target with a wallet full of cash, and found out just how out of practice I am. I bought various items, and my total came to like $53 dollars and change. I pulled out 3 $20s. I remember how this works! No biggie. Here's my money. But then, the clerk hands me back this fistful of dollar bills and change, and my receipt, and now I have to get all of this money back into the appropriate parts of my wallet (paper money goes here....change goes here....) without dropping anything, while trying to get out of the way of the next person in line, carrying my shopping bags, and hanging on to T. What am I, a freaking wizard? Who has that many hands? It's a zillion times easier to slide my card back into my wallet after swiping it myself and while waiting for the reciept to print. This whole "cash" nonsense is toe up!