Or, “Audrey Cleans Bead Drawer” is more like it. Probably not enough to make boyfriend completely elated (I would start getting rid of clothes and shoes if all his wildest dreams were to come true), but it’s a start! Spring cleaning has to begin somewhere. Throughout this post I’ve peppered images from listings just recently posted on Etsy. Keep in mind if you want to buy the whole lot of them and call it good I’d be happy to quote a price for you at a pretty substantial discount. I just want them gone!
Now, to rant…
For the fifth day in a row this week I managed to sleep in. This time it wasn’t just the 10 or 20 bewildering minutes that I’d been snoozing extra at the beginning of the week,… no. A good, solid 30 minutes AFTER I was supposed to be at work I heard the boyfriend’s alarm go off (not mine) and jumped out of bed like a bat out of hell running madly around the house collecting articles of clothing and bits of breakfast, hoping that it would come together in a whirlwind as one full outfit and meal. No dice. By 9am I was sweating in unseasonal clothes and my tummy was grumbling hardcore. Good thing boss brought in donut holes. Yes!!
I’ve been wondering all day after this, the most egregious of sleep-ins, what the hell is causing my new exhaustion.
Mononucleosis? That’d be a trip, considering I’m not a 13 year old girl. I used to fantasize about kissing the wrong person and getting out of school for a month. Basically my main objective through middle and high school was to be as manageably and convincingly ‘sick’ for as long as possible. What can I say? I’m an independent learner.
Warm weather? As a clammy, weird, pale Irish girl I’m somewhat prone to the moister months of March and April. I was born in San Francisco where fog replaces snow in the long ‘winter’ season. So when it starts to get hot and humid I basically soak in the atmosphere and get all puffy and sweaty. Attractive? Yes, obviously. The only other benefit is that it makes me sleep deeply once I can manage to ignore my weird, pale Irish cheek sticking to the pillow.
Party Girl? Granted, our downstairs neighbor had a real rager ’til 2am on Tuesday. That’s weird! So maybe it jumpstarted my week in a bad kinda way? It explains Wednesday, at least. But the only other ‘partying’ I did was to split a 6-pack with boyfriend last night which should hardly put me so under that I can’t hear the dang alarm in the morning. Either that, or I’m becoming a lightweight. Thank goodness! It’s so much less expensive when you’re drinking out…
Both Ends of the Candle Are Burning: That’s definitely true. I hardly have a minute… scratch that, I don’t even want a minute! So naturally there comes a little exhaustion with that.
I suppose it could be any of these or a combination of them all. I’m just glad the weekend’s here, the alarm clock’s off, and I can catch up on all those beauty Z’s and internet duties I’ve grown so accustomed to. Hope you enjoy yours as much as I know I’ll enjoy mine!!