I Wrote these Ramblings on Nervous Energy. Does it Show?
There’s a reason I never diet. I don’t function when I am hungry. Low blood sugar just makes me into a kind of ghostly non-person, floating about the place but not really existing in any dimension.
Being fully aware of my condition you would think I would make sure to keep food in the house for myself and to eat it at regular intervals, wouldn’t you? Of course! That’s what a sane person would do! Sadly, although I make sure my children are fed and watered following a strict timetable, I tend to neglect myself. There is always something more important. And then time passes. In a kind of rapid haze.
This is how I came to skip breakfast this morning. Unless you define two spoons of sugar in an enormous cup of black coffee as a hearty breakfast. Luckily, I had thought to prepare a lesson plan for the T-Bot’s school day in advance, because if you want something done, you should never give the job to someone who hasn’t eaten.
Case in point: some time later I wanted to microwave my lunch, which happened to be pork and rice left over from last night’s dinner. But when I took it out of the oven it was shrivelled and hard, like a piece of old bark. In my befuddled state I decided I had typed an extra zero and set the cooking strength to 500% instead of 50%. (See what I mean? I got to thinking my microwave was magic!).
So, with lunch nuked (literally) I had to scrabble around in the back of the cupboards searching for something that wasn’t kids food, ie something yummy. Lunch: two pieces of toast with nutella. Yes, that is technically kids food. But yummy. I meant to also eat an apple but didn’t. I will have another think about my colon tomorrow.
I’m not quite sure my energy levels were restored by that feast, as I seem to have spent the rest of the afternoon working furiously and accomplishing basically nothing.
I got a call from an old friend. Interpret “old friend” how you will. During our last conversation I announced I was homeschooling and she managed to run through items 2, 4, 6, 10, 12, 13, 14, 16, 19 and 24 from this list (link courtesy of Eryn) and mix up my son with another, teenage boy she knows who was suspended from school for looking up girls’ skirts. And then she never called again. I never called either, because, well… see above.
I think I managed to get through this conversation with dignity, mainly by saying “uh-huh” and “oh?” until she hung up.
After picking up Baby Sister from school I took everything out of the garage and gave the kids free reign. So of course they decided to fill and use the wading pools and I was too busy fantasizing about sushi to stop them. Before you say anything, it was 80 degrees out there when they started. By the time they got out the temperature had dipped just a little, so I cranked up the heating and sent them to warm up in front of the TV.
At which point they exclaimed “TV! Oh! Is that what it looks like? What a wondrous box! Why have you kept this invention from us until now?”
… I bet I really had you there.
My husband came home and declared himself very very tired. We are currently sitting facing each other, on our respective laptops, each waiting for the other to crack and go start dinner.
I will totally win this one.
December 2nd, 2008 at 11:41 pm
So are you saying your son didn’t get suspended for looking up girl’s skirts? Because that’s what I’ve been telling everyone.
December 3rd, 2008 at 12:49 am
What is it about mamas? why DO we do this? I run some pretty low blood sugars all the time, KNOW that I need to eat, but then when we’re headed out and about, I’ll make sure the kids eat before we leave, and will later realize that it’s 7pm, and I didn’t eat all day. No matter how bad it gets, I still do it again within a week.
One time at Target, my blood glucose was so low, I picked up a glass candle holder and dropped it immediately back onto the shelf, knocking over all of the other glassware. Nice. Nothing makes more noise. But, on the bright side, that got me dinner at Red Lobster (the closest restaurant).
I’m a little less bitter today. It was my mother in law that set me off. Wouldn’t even come to me with her concerns, went to everyone else in the family about how concerned she is, then made a flippant comment to my husband. I’m sorry your friend unloaded on you, It really is weird some of the ideas that people have. I’m betting that she hadn’t called back because she was embarrassed. Often I realize later that my mouth got away from me, and wish I could take some things back.
But it’s just easier to pretend it didnt happen.
So, what did your husband cook for dinner?
December 3rd, 2008 at 6:26 am
[...] Vote I Wrote these Ramblings on Nervous Energy. Does it Show? [...]
December 3rd, 2008 at 7:33 am
[...] Vote I Wrote these Ramblings on Nervous Energy. Does it Show? [...]
December 3rd, 2008 at 9:48 am
I do something similar, except with read meat. If I don’t eat cow often enough, I stop functioning. And iron pills just don’t do it. It has to be actual cow.
That was a great list by the way. I don’t homeschool, although I am seriously considering it when my child hits middle school. Which may be the worst time to start, but there ya go. Part of my reluctance is that my older son is JUST LIKE ME and the arguments we get into now are impressive. I’m afraid to see what we’d actually do if together all the time. But Austin has these amazing co-ops and half day things so who knows.
Yes, I’m looking for encouragement here, how did you guess?
December 3rd, 2008 at 2:07 pm
melissaz: I hope I am always encouraging! Who’s to know if we will still be homeschooling for the middle school years, but I imagine that this would be the easiest time - I expect my son to be fairly independent by then, but also working at a level I can still understand. Because I am not sure what I would do about 12th grade math
I am jealous of your Austin co-ops and such. The only secular group I found here is really cliquey.
Eryn: Glad to hear I am not the only one, Oh, and he cooked chili. It was OK, except yesterday I was supposed to buy garlic, Obviously, I forgot.
Kirsten: As for you, you are a menace. I think I shall ban you from my blog
December 4th, 2008 at 1:08 am
protein, more protein girl. People who know me, have a nickname for me when I’m hungry….bitch. Niice huh?
December 4th, 2008 at 7:57 am
Don’t ban Kirsten, she made me laugh! lol
We don’t have a secular group here at all. We have one homeschooling group. And I’m pretty sure that once someone saw my tattoo, I would be in trouble. Let’s just say that I got some lingering looks at my pants when I went to meet the other mamas. Also a very exclusive group.
I suppose we could always….start our own….