Don't Make Any Sense At All

I just typed in this blog's URL and got taken to some Bible College site... What the Jesus? I even checked, and I hadn't mistyped. Bizarre.

Not that there's anything wrong with Bible College, but in a blog where I talk freely about, well, everything... Let's just say that it's not what one expects when one comes here, and leave it there.

So, in other "Things That Don't Make Any Sense At All" news, I have been tired. I mean, Tired. Tired with two syllables, ti-erd. Or is that tierd? As in, something with tiers. I'm probably that too. I have been falling asleep when we put the kids to bed almost every night for a while now, and if I don't, I fall asleep on the couch while watching TV with BJ shortly thereafter. It's becoming a problem. I'm averaging 9 or 10 hours of sleep per night, and I'm still tired.

It has already been suggested, so bite your tongue (or your fingers, I guess) that I'm pregnant. I'm not. No, really, I'm not. BJ thinks I need to exercise, and he's probably right, but I could also take a nap. I think I'm going to try a little phototherapy - via the tanning salon down the street - before I head to the office today. I'll probably be a crispy critter after I fall asleep in the bed. Hopefully they're timed.

Other than my still sore shoulder, I have no other symptoms - no cough, no sneezing, no running of noses, no stomach upset, no GI distress of any kind. I'm drinking coffee again, now that Claire's weaned. Doesn't help. Still tired. Maybe I have the African Sleeping sickness. Maybe I have mono again. Maybe I'm still a hypochondriac. I got my thyroid rechecked in early January, and it was normal, in spite of the "borderline low" reading they got in November.

If it doesn't go away after I go tanning and start exercising again, I'm going to the doctor. This is really disrupting my everything. Poor BJ must be so lonely... When he gets home we do the parenting thing, and when we should be doing the married thing (you know, talking about people who are more than four feet tall, giving each other back rubs, etc.) I'm snoring in Claire's bed. Please be extra nice to BJ while I sort this out. Give him backrubs and talk to him about what's on CNN and NPR, so that he doesn't notice that I'm in a coma, ok?

In other TTDMASAA news, Claire tried to put pepper on her banana this morning, so I took it away, and now she's doing pushups on the table and licking up the pepper that was left behind. Um.... Kids are weird.