My energy level goes in spurts. I run around like a crazy person for several days getting everything done and making check marks on my lists. Then I crash. This week was the perfect example.
I cooked a 21-pound turkey that I’ve had in my freezer for a few months because it was cheap meat. After the initial dinner, I stripped the bones and spent two days making meals to put in my freezer. In addition, I cleaned house, did laundry, and bathed a dog.
Today I crashed. So totally did I crash, that I have no recollection of doing anything but sleeping until this evening. My husband took me to dinner, and it wasn’t 30 minutes upon our return that I fell asleep again. It is now 8:45 p.m., and I’m wondering if I’ll be up all night, or if I’ll be able to sleep tonight. Time will tell.
Is this what they call middle age? I used to work like a crazy person all the time, and it didn’t bother me a bit. I’m not to the age where I have no energy at all or am physically unable to do things. I feel “between and betwixt.”
There must be a way to pace myself, but I can’t seem to get into a routine. It seems to be either feast or famine. When the energy is there, I can’t seem to stop; when it’s not there, nothing save a fire is going to remove me from my recliner.
Youth, where have you gone?