Maybe this is a midlife crisis. I don’t have a clue, but there is definitely something going on with me. My sleeping schedule is so screwed up that on a daily basis, I have no idea if I’m going to be able to go to sleep at the end of the day or not. Either I’m spending night after night staring at the ceiling at 3 a.m., or I’m having a day like yesterday, where I took a SIX HOUR nap in the afternoon, got in bed at 1 a.m. and slept until 9.
When I am sleeping, I’m dreaming. I’ve been dreaming that I’m in a big city on vacation, and I’m wandering the streets for hours. Sometimes because I’m lost, sometimes just to see the city. Just before I woke up this morning, I was dreaming that I was at a mall during a holiday weekend, everything was already half off, then the power went out, so everything was free. I grabbed a Coach Purse and a pair of jeans like the apparent thief I am.
I also dreamed that we were moving, and while Chris, the kids and the movers were upstairs, I was in the basement stacking boxes near the stairs to be taken up. I kept yelling “come and help me” but no one was listening, so I started screaming at the top of my lungs and pounding my hand against the wall.
Something is definitely wrong.
Three weeks ago, I was so angry at the state of my house that I photographed the mess and wrote an impassioned blog post about how I was going to get this house clean. I spent two days dusting and bagging up trash with the reluctant help of the kids, and then…lost interest.
I’m taking my medication every day as prescribed, yet the only thing I feel like doing is watching TV, reading, and poking around online. I have piles of products to review, giveaways to start, ambassadorship posts to write, and I can’t make myself do it. Everyone says just pick one thing and get that one thing done – but it all feels like I’m at the bottom of a mountain being asked to push a huge boulder up.
I want a clean house. I want meals on the table for dinner. I want to earn a couple hundred dollars a month to help with the family expenses. I want to sleep like a normal person. I want to have a handle on my email and my blog jobs. I want to stop dreaming that I’m lost and alone.
The pressure of having three blogs to maintain has left me feeling unable to handle them at all. I feel like I can either be in a space in my head where I’m constantly focused on my blogs, or a space where I can keep the household running, or a space where I can take care of myself, but there’s no space big enough for all three. And then I deal with feeling horrible guilt over whichever of the three things is being neglected the most.
Chris and I can’t seem to get on the same wavelength either, which certainly doesn’t help. You know, like I was “in the mood” for a couple of days while he was dealing with work stuff so it didn’t work out, then yesterday morning, right on schedule (what is it about Sunday mornings, seriously), he was all smooching me while I was trying to get our kids plus their cousin ready for brunch.
So to sum up – I’m either sleeping not at all or way too much, I can’t muster the energy or desire to do much of anything at all, and I really don’t know what to do.
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Updated to add: Good gods, I’m whiny. Boo hoo, I have such a hard life because I’m having trouble sleeping. I really have nothing to complain about, seeing as how my husband is employed and works his ass off for us, both the boys are getting A’s in school, Kaitlyn is loved by everyone, I have a house and a car and food. This is why I should really wait to start blogging until AFTER the first cup of coffee kicks in.
I also forgot to tell all of you that after a crapload of internal wrestling with the subject, I’ve decided once and for all that I am going to write my life story, but not here. I’m using a domain I bought two years ago and did nothing with, and I’m not going to be anonymous about it. The blog is Simply Elizabeth, the URL is http://elizabethedwards.me/, and the post series is going to be called The Girl With Three Names. I’ll let you all know when it’s ready.
Also, I’m editing this post because I forgot to thank my husband for putting up with all my aforementioned crap. TWENTY SEVEN years we’ve been together, people, and I’m grateful for him every single day. For real.




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