Tired

Hello Everyone:

Sunday evening and I’m ready to collapse. The usual reason, lack of sleep from staying up too late. I really need to make more of an effort to go to bed early. Anyway, I ended up not baking anything on Thursday. I went into the kitchen, took one look at the mess mum left, and couldn’t deal with it.  Instead, I stepped out for errand. Dishes were piled in the sink and the counter was a mess. I keep having the same lecture with mum about cleaning up after she finishes. There’s nothing I hate more than cleaning up after someone before I start doing anything.  It’s like when I clean the kitchen—I have to clean before I clean. Not just do the dishes but wipe the counters. It’s enough to make me crazy. Anyway, I’ll try again this coming week.  The rest of the weekend went pretty good. I started to get to get really bored late Saturday afternoon and started flipping through my phone. Normally, I spend the time reading but I started to get metaphorically cross-eyed.  Even the September issue of Harper’s Bazaar wasn’t doing it for me.  Of course, there was nothing of major importance, just out the usual mindless information. No better today information-wise. I had a nice quick chat with the Brit BF. Mostly catching up with each other. Today, mum and the oldest nephew were having phone issues. The oldest nephew just needed to have the plan upgraded, done and I think we got free Netflix. Mum’s phone, on the other hand, needs to be replaced so she’s hogging my phone again. Her phone mostly works but she can’t hear the calls even with earbuds. This, too, shall pass.