I have been zapped of all energy. My body is dealing with post-vacation stress, exhaustion from moving and the never-ending chore of unpacking, not to mention trying to adjust to a new (very old) house that is nothing short of a sickening mess. I haven't had a moment to partake in "J time" with the exception of when I attempt sleep at night. Last night I saw a shadow in my living room. At approximately 10:30 pm I concluded that it was a demon shadow. I slept with the lights on last night.
The cherry on top of this sundae is I am freezing cold. My male co-workers keep the office at icebox temperature. I sit here at my desk hunched over in a ball trying to consume any heat my body might release. When I exhale I can see my breath. My jaw is clenched shut to keep my teech from chattering. Later this afternoon, upon stepping out into the scorching August heat, my body will go into a mild state of shock. Yesterday evening during my commute home I turned on the heat in my car. I almost fell asleep at the wheel.
I just walked over and adjusted the thermostat. This will undoubtedly cause a stir. The hairs on my arms are standing tall. I am wondering why I attempted to shave my legs this morning.
As if waking up in the morning wasn't previously a difficult task, now I lay in bed each morning and dread the inevitable shower. Let me point out that the shower at my new house is about the size of a telephone booth and is at least 50 years old. Yesterday was my first shower at the new digs and I felt slightly less clean post-shower than I did when I got out of bed. Still in vacation mode and wanting to provide as minimal time necessary towards grooming, I spent 20 minutes getting ready for work yesterday. 10 minutes of that was spent dilly-dallying directly outside the shower trying to convince myself it was okay to enter.
It is impossible to shave in this shower. I will pay someone to prove to me wrong. When clausterphobia set in I had to talk myself out of a panic attack on the horizon. Get in and get out. With 2 minutes to spare before I absolutely had to leave the house I threw a skirt over my stubbly legs, threw on a shirt that did not need ironing, and left my hair semi wet and "wavy". Needless to say I didn't feel great going in to work yesterday morning but honestly did not care.
This morning I took a bath in the 3x6 foot tub that resides next to the dawrf size shower. When I moved into my new home I made a pact with myself that I would never place a toe in this so-called tub. Funny how things change. My lower appendages were in desperate need of shaving. Today I was dealing with major time constraints yet still opted for the bubble bath to keep from eyeballing the floor of tub. In a Mommy Dearest fashion I made certain the water was sclading in an attempt to kill any lingering germs. There was moderate pain involved while inching my way into the water. While quickly cleaning my body I try not to concentrate on any particular area of the tub longer than 5 seconds.
I feel a degree better than I did pre-bath. Not clean not dirty but more like I just bathed in someone else's bath water.
As far as future bathing at the new casa goes, I somehow tricked myself, out of delirium I suspect, into believing that new bathroom furnishings will greatly improve the ambiance of the ancient room hence making my bathing experience a good one and fulfilling me with a clean vibe. I have a year in this house and, on most days, I am a fan of clean hair and smooth legs.
I am OWWWWTTT...!!! Goodnight world.
xoxoxo,
Josie
The cherry on top of this sundae is I am freezing cold. My male co-workers keep the office at icebox temperature. I sit here at my desk hunched over in a ball trying to consume any heat my body might release. When I exhale I can see my breath. My jaw is clenched shut to keep my teech from chattering. Later this afternoon, upon stepping out into the scorching August heat, my body will go into a mild state of shock. Yesterday evening during my commute home I turned on the heat in my car. I almost fell asleep at the wheel.
I just walked over and adjusted the thermostat. This will undoubtedly cause a stir. The hairs on my arms are standing tall. I am wondering why I attempted to shave my legs this morning.
As if waking up in the morning wasn't previously a difficult task, now I lay in bed each morning and dread the inevitable shower. Let me point out that the shower at my new house is about the size of a telephone booth and is at least 50 years old. Yesterday was my first shower at the new digs and I felt slightly less clean post-shower than I did when I got out of bed. Still in vacation mode and wanting to provide as minimal time necessary towards grooming, I spent 20 minutes getting ready for work yesterday. 10 minutes of that was spent dilly-dallying directly outside the shower trying to convince myself it was okay to enter.
It is impossible to shave in this shower. I will pay someone to prove to me wrong. When clausterphobia set in I had to talk myself out of a panic attack on the horizon. Get in and get out. With 2 minutes to spare before I absolutely had to leave the house I threw a skirt over my stubbly legs, threw on a shirt that did not need ironing, and left my hair semi wet and "wavy". Needless to say I didn't feel great going in to work yesterday morning but honestly did not care.
This morning I took a bath in the 3x6 foot tub that resides next to the dawrf size shower. When I moved into my new home I made a pact with myself that I would never place a toe in this so-called tub. Funny how things change. My lower appendages were in desperate need of shaving. Today I was dealing with major time constraints yet still opted for the bubble bath to keep from eyeballing the floor of tub. In a Mommy Dearest fashion I made certain the water was sclading in an attempt to kill any lingering germs. There was moderate pain involved while inching my way into the water. While quickly cleaning my body I try not to concentrate on any particular area of the tub longer than 5 seconds.
I feel a degree better than I did pre-bath. Not clean not dirty but more like I just bathed in someone else's bath water.
As far as future bathing at the new casa goes, I somehow tricked myself, out of delirium I suspect, into believing that new bathroom furnishings will greatly improve the ambiance of the ancient room hence making my bathing experience a good one and fulfilling me with a clean vibe. I have a year in this house and, on most days, I am a fan of clean hair and smooth legs.
I am OWWWWTTT...!!! Goodnight world.
xoxoxo,
Josie
2 comments:
Betcha I can guess which partner it was.... I'm sure it wasn't that bad. He's a little over the top anyway.
Ha! I can totally relate with the old bathroom-feels-like-a-telephone-booth. You get used to it!
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