The trouble with opening my big mouth and saying I am going to TRY to do something is that I usually end up biting myself in the backside or putting my foot in it. I said I was going to do one extra thing over and above household stuff each night. I really have tried to do this but it is so easy to get sidetracked. Last week and so far this week I have done nothing in the evenings. By the time I left work, do my Curves circuit, go home, shower, made/and or just eat supper, clean up the kitchen and do dishes I am too tired to do much of anything but fall asleep on the couch until Hubby John wakes me up and sends me off to bed. Maybe it's spring fever. Maybe turning the clocks forward by an hour and not getting to bed until after 4:00 AM two weekends ago is catching up with me. There was a time when HJ and I could party until the cows came home and not be bothered by it at all. Ha! Time has a way of letting you know that you're not getting any younger. Two weekends ago our gang had an evening together of playing cards. We were having our usual fun time, grazing most of the evening, some of us drinking, most us us yelling at each other and accusing each other of being cheating persons of unmentionable and questionable character who's mother may or may not have been canine in breeding. We were having our usual great time! Some of us laughing till the tears ran and some of us asking others "Is this going to take long?". Jokes both good, bad and just plain ugly were told. Since some of us are deaf in our old age a lot of "What did you say?!?! was bantered around the table. It was a great time being had by all. We decided to play another round and were having great fun until someone mentioned that it really wasn't 2AM but that is was 3AM because we had to turn the clocks forward by an hour at 12 AM. The looks on all the faces around the table was funny.....at the time. Mostly they all were bugged eyed with that OH MY GOD! look that people get when they are entering a state of shock. Nevertheless we did finish the game and everyone went home. I crawled into bed just after 4:00 AM but I was up at 9:00. I figured if I slept in I wouldn't sleep that night. It was a very, very quiet Sunday for both HJ and I and we were both in bed that evening by 10PM. Speaking for myself, I am getting too old for that crap and I'm only 53! I need my eight hours of shut eye. This is what happens when I do stupid things like staying up like some young kid. You would think at my age that I would know better. I want to know if I will get any smarter in my old age or will I just keep reminding myself to smarten up?
I'm too tired to think about it.
I need sleep and I am going to bed.