Being Me…

and discovering that that is quite the roller coaster ride. Wanna come along?

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Sick…sick and tired…sick and tired of being sick and tired

I knew when we moved back home that (a) it would mean family really involved in our lives (and in our business) and (b) that there would be problems.  And I’ve been right, although the benefits have outweighed (mostly) the intense involvement of our family in our affairs.

One thing I hadn’t really thought about was how much of an issue allergies could be here.  And wow – we are really paying for it.  We’ve had a warmer than normal winter, which sounds great until you think it though for this area.  We have rain.  We have ocean.  We have NO WHERE for rain water to go – we’re below sea level.  In warm wet weather, well the excess doesn’t really dry up very well.  So, this area is moist and mildew-y.  Yippee.  And oh yes, moldy.

I love my family and I know that we’ve done the best thing we could do for our children by moving back to be near the family – but my allergies and the warm damp weather are killing me…sigh.

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Trying to keep moving…

But it is so hard. I’ve been trying to get back into keeping this blog going. I type faster than I write so it is easier for me to do this right now than keep a paper journal. Still, I keep having the life and energy sucked right out of me. Every time I think I’m getting back to a better state in life, something else happens to kick the feet right out from under me.

But, as my family keeps reminding me, it could always be worse. (Thanks for the thoughts, folks, belittling my problems doesn’t make it easier for me to live with them!)

Anyway, I may gripe a bit, but I’m going to try to keep this going. It is good for me to have a place to write, to vent, to complain. It is far better to get all of this out and release the grief, the pressure, the depression.

On a different note, I would love to know how I can be this tired and still not be able to get to sleep… I think my mind is just racing when I go to bed, but it doesn’t seem to be anything specific.  I suppose it is just the general stress of my life, but it is certainly TERRIBLY inconvenient.  My two small children will not care that I was up until 1 am this morning, when they wake up between 5:30 and 6:30 this morning.  Sigh.  What is going on … and how do I fix it?