You spin me right round, baby, right round...

My heart won't stop pounding today.

Pick up the kid, get dizzy, lean against a wall until the world stabilizes, then take care of the kid. Lather, rinse, repeat.

I suspect this is a sign that I need to start remembering not to skip my meds anymore. Even though one of them (and I haven't figured out which one yet) is making me sicker than a sick thing consistently, being barfy is better than feeling like I'm having a mini-heart attack every time I try to do anything more complex than sitting.

In other news - the Great Pre-Move House Purge has commenced again. So far I've cleared my bathroom of everything that I do not need/want to move with us, as well as all of my shoes (but not the boots yet, because the boots live in the closet and I haven't made it to the closet yet), the nightstand and all three Unmentionables' drawers. In other words, I haven't really gone too far, only one garbage bag full so far.

However, I did finally convince myself that if an article of clothing has elastic so old that it cracks when you pull it? Then I don't need it.

I'm being brutal this Purge. Normally I'm very much a "Might need this at some point in the future, I should keep it, just in case" sort of gal. Add that to my husband who is a complete lazy pack rat (he keeps things, not just because they might be useful, but also because the trash can is in the other room and it's just easier to shove that empty bill envelope in his desk drawer), subtract my out of control insistence on having areas of the house that are ALWAYS PRESENTABLE and that everything has a place and should be put away when we're done with it... and you get some nice company ready rooms and some over-stuffed private rooms full of clutter (and twelve year old sports bras, apparently). So, brutal. If I haven't seen it in use since we moved to Georgia and/or it isn't a legal document/part of Captain's work issued paraphernalia/something we're waiting for the Demon Spawn to grow into, then it's going in the garbage or I'm trying to give it away to a new home.

Unless it's worth actual money, in which case we may keep it if we can't sell it, and then try to sell it in Colorado. Case in point, I own a wooden clarinet that is apparently fifty years (or more) old. Can't just toss that in the trash with a clear mind, can I? Probably can't sell it right now, either, because it's lived in a garage for ten years and needs an overhaul (new pads, taken apart and reshined, etc), so it will probably travel with us until I have more time to devote to seeing if it's worth fixing it up for resale.

Anywho, need to get back to today's to-do list.

You spin me right round, baby, right round...

My heart won't stop pounding today.

Pick up the kid, get dizzy, lean against a wall until the world stabilizes, then take care of the kid. Lather, rinse, repeat.

I suspect this is a sign that I need to start remembering not to skip my meds anymore. Even though one of them (and I haven't figured out which one yet) is making me sicker than a sick thing consistently, being barfy is better than feeling like I'm having a mini-heart attack every time I try to do anything more complex than sitting.

In other news - the Great Pre-Move House Purge has commenced again. So far I've cleared my bathroom of everything that I do not need/want to move with us, as well as all of my shoes (but not the boots yet, because the boots live in the closet and I haven't made it to the closet yet), the nightstand and all three Unmentionables' drawers. In other words, I haven't really gone too far, only one garbage bag full so far.

However, I did finally convince myself that if an article of clothing has elastic so old that it cracks when you pull it? Then I don't need it.

I'm being brutal this Purge. Normally I'm very much a "Might need this at some point in the future, I should keep it, just in case" sort of gal. Add that to my husband who is a complete lazy pack rat (he keeps things, not just because they might be useful, but also because the trash can is in the other room and it's just easier to shove that empty bill envelope in his desk drawer), subtract my out of control insistence on having areas of the house that are ALWAYS PRESENTABLE and that everything has a place and should be put away when we're done with it... and you get some nice company ready rooms and some over-stuffed private rooms full of clutter (and twelve year old sports bras, apparently). So, brutal. If I haven't seen it in use since we moved to Georgia and/or it isn't a legal document/part of Captain's work issued paraphernalia/something we're waiting for the Demon Spawn to grow into, then it's going in the garbage or I'm trying to give it away to a new home.

Unless it's worth actual money, in which case we may keep it if we can't sell it, and then try to sell it in Colorado. Case in point, I own a wooden clarinet that is apparently fifty years (or more) old. Can't just toss that in the trash with a clear mind, can I? Probably can't sell it right now, either, because it's lived in a garage for ten years and needs an overhaul (new pads, taken apart and reshined, etc), so it will probably travel with us until I have more time to devote to seeing if it's worth fixing it up for resale.

Anywho, need to get back to today's to-do list.