There are some words that just tickle my fancy. Knackered is right up there at the top. Today, it’s the word of the day prompt. I’ve been faithfully doing these every day, no matter what else I have going on. Some days it’s been a stretch trying to figure out where to put it and what to say, which has inspired some of my more ranty posts, fyi.
Knackered is how I’ve felt a lot lately, although I think I’m finally starting to turn a corner with two big changes.
1) I cut back running to every other day, which was a very adult move on my part. I really didn’t want to, but I’m happy I did. This has also allowed me to sleep in until 5:30 some days, which is helping with catching up on sleep. (That thing that kids take from you. Sacrifices, right?)
2)I’ve changed my diet and caffeine intake. I’m trying out eating a lower carbohydrate diet these days, with the fear of turning into my diabetic ancestors looming ever closer…. and strangely, I’ve been feeling more awake. Even with the decreased caffeine. Less knackered, slightly sluggish instead?
I’m sure a large part of my unwillingness to get up some mornings is due to the grey weather squatting over my corner of the world for the last few weeks. Just about the time I started to get excited about spring, it took three steps back to February.
On the plus side, I got back the months that just whizzed by. At least when it comes to the weather.
Between the weather and all the balls I’ve been juggling so far this year, it’s no wonder the K word has been prominent in my head. I’m starting to get better at reminding myself to be kind to me too, and that means I’m really looking forward to the two days off I took in May.
( This is what I do to myself. Every time I take a week off, it turns into two days actually off, the rest into part-time work at the assisted living place I attend. I can’t leave “my people”. I just can’t. This makes my husband crazy, but I’m still trying to get that work-life balance. I am, really.)
I leave for Toronto again next weekend, which means a weekend away from the kids and work and everything except education.
My favourite part is the plane ride, because no one can call or ask me for anything, and for a few hours Im cut off completely from the outside world. Like a flying solitary padded cell. Mmmmmmm.
This always feels so indulgent until I actually get there and classes start at 6 am my time, and last all day Saturday and half the day Sunday when I leave for the airport to fly home. It’s the first time I’ve really been away from my entire brood, and it is simultaneously refreshing and so difficult.
This time I’m running behind though, and I still have an assignment to finish and paperwork to do. My wish-list is to write and read for pleasure, but that crazy adult is going to make me do my should instead of want-to’s. Crazy lady keeps winning the fight.
Maybe once I’m done being so knackered I’ll get back to having people ask what kind of crack I’m on. Sadly, its been about six years since the last time I was asked that question. This either means I’m getting old or that the kids sucked the crack right out of me. Maybe via placental transfusion?
Either way, the sun better come out soon and start giving me a hand. Enough of this gloomy stuff already!
No more knackered, bring on the good Craic!