Postby Kathryn-in-Canada » Mon Oct 16, 2017 9:06 am
Blessed when I leave the house and want to feel efficient I put on a blazer. It is my 'outside the home' equivalent to an apron.
That said, I'm expecting more of a Monday Duvet Attitude.
As the song says, "Oh, what a night!"
First, my bad, lights were out at midnight.
Then I was up two times. The second time I could hear what sounded like voices over a two-way radio but could not see any vehicle out of place.
Last time I saw a clock it was 1:05. At that point my feet and ankles were on fire with aching but I didn't take anything because I'm trying to stay off ibuprofen.
At 2:06 the fire alarm goes off. I just turn to dh and say "I'm not going." I don't have to, in fact, they keep arguing they prefer we don't leave our units because it is the smoke that kills. Dh got antsy so we got up and I eventually pulled on a few clothes so I could go outside onto the balcony. The fire trucks were here fast (I could see them coming when I got out of bed after 2 - 4 minutes, sometimes they take 10.) We waited. The alarm went for over 30 minutes but finally went off. About 10 minutes later the super from the other building gave the all clear. He has little English so that was amusing but efficient. The main thing is there was no fire.
I finally turned out the light just after 3.
Dh turned the radio on at 6:30.
I didn't get out of bed until 8:30 but I haven't had my eyes closed since about 7.
I'm worn out.
Don't know what was up last night. Do I have too much on my mind (trying to imagine how our refugees will live in such a tiny apartment?) or was it the pain that took an hour for me to recognize? Was it the smell of the chicken soup stock I had in the crockpot (smells distract me and I'm often woken by smells.) Was it too much caffeine? I had decaf tea in the evening, but had tea at dd's at 3:30, so that shouldn't be it.
Dh is off to a movie this morning so that's why he didn't sleep in.
Anyway the day has begun.
So far, I've made my tea and put away the paper towels from Costco. The toilet paper is going back since what I thought was dh's toilet paper from WM in the US, is actually 18 more rolls of mine. There wasn't really room for the paper towels, let alone more 30 rolls of toilet paper. In fact, those will have to see-saw - I can store a full toilet paper plus half a paper towels or vice versa but I can't manage a new package of both at the same time. As opposed to R who won't even have room for 1 roll of paper towel in the kitchen, let alone store another. (It is actually called a kitchenette. They recognized it isn't for cooking full meals. Unfortunately, someone living at the poverty line should be cooking their meals to save money.)