Fibromyalgia is a bitch

Yeah, I said it. Yesterday I did an extensive bathroom cleaning. With 6 of us living here, 4 of them being amateur bathroom users, the bathroom tends to need those good scrubdowns. I went in there and went to work. I wish it had been as easy as that sentence makes it sound. By the end I was drenched in sweat, my muscles were shaky and tired and I was wiped out. So wiped out that today has been one of those fairly non-productive days, all because I wore myself out cleaning the bathroom. Sad, isn't it? I am getting awfully close to age 30, but I didn't realize that I'd end up with a slightly numb left side, weird shakey episodes, memory problems, AND fibromyalgia by the time I get there. The OCD has always been a part of me, before I ever knew what it was. Somehow though, the rest of this just really gets me down at times. I used to be a long distance runner. Really. Now I am winded vacuuming the living room.

I've spent much of today having picking up boot camp for the little people. What fun! They are smart, they are tricky, and they have more excuses than I ever had for not picking up. (Okay, probably not, but they're awfully close.) Time-outs, counting, talks, and yes, the dreaded mom hollering have been done as well as grounding. I even bribed with sprinkler time. They've bested me today, but we'll see how tomorrow goes and yet another day of not going outside passes. HAHA! I will outlast them, I will.

Tonight I am planning to sneak out-well more like run out the door once Mr. Blue is home-to pick up some more Sugar 'n Cream and maybe hit up a nice quiet place for some coffee or something. Really, anything. I just need to get out of here for awhile.