It's been a crazy two weeks around here. Lots of ups and downs, mostly ups, but lots of stuff going on. And my gallbladder knows it and has been acting up again, giving me pain and making my life generally difficult. It used to be my headaches that let me know when I was getting too stressed out - the last few years, it's been my digestive system.
So this week, we're buying roofing material for the garage and crossing our fingers that we will be driving a new (used) vehicle by the end of the week. I'm up to my neck in work (not really a bad thing, but crazy and stressful nonetheless) and we're trying to prepare for gardening and baby chicks in the coming weeks.
Last night was one of those nights where it was impossible to shut off my mind. I laid in bed for a good hour before I realized that I needed something to eat, so I got up and had a small snack, which of course set off my stomach. I went back to bed where my heart pounded in my chest and down my arms for a good two hours, and I finally drifted off to sleep around 2 a.m. Then, as usual, Colden got up at 6 a.m., so of course, I had to get up, too.
When things start to feel completely overwhelming like this, I fall back on one of my not-so-secret guilty pleasures: disaster movies. Today's lineup includes all my old favorites - 2012, The Day After Tomorrow, Dante's Peak and The Core. It's fun and oddly comforting to watch the world falling to pieces on t.v. Hokey plot lines, bad acting and cheesy dialogue all add to the ridiculous pleasure I get from these movies. As long as there are no zombies or contagious diseases involved, I'm good.
So I'm going to try to fill my tummy with something good (like black beans, sweet potatoes and avocado on a REAL corn tortilla) and get my newsletters finished, and maybe I can take a little nap before dinner once Tom gets home with Colden. Four hours of sleep is just not going to cut it today, no matter how many great disaster flicks I watch.