Bad day

Today was a bad day. My fibromyalgia was highly aggravated and it took everything in me just to rise from a sitting position.

I know what the trouble is. I am not sleeping well at all. Once the kids are in bed, it's like "aaaaahhhhhmmmmm" (cue angelic music)so I piddle, relax, read, whatever. It's so nice to not have someone demanding my attention that time slips away from me and the next thing I know it is 3 am.

Here it is midnight and I should be sleeping but am instead reading other's blogs and writing this one. Let's not forget those blasted FB games that I am currently addicted to. Why is it I feel guilty if my Petville pet goes a day without being tended to, or my crops are not harvested in Farmville, or the weeds plucked up in Frontierville? And let's not forget my dishes in Cafe World. Pitiful. It's a wonder I get anything done at all!

Now the entire family is paying for it. When I hurt as bad as this, I become very moody, irritable and down-right unpleasant. Why do I do this? I am reminded of when Paul the apostle said something about doing that which he does not want to do. That is me. I LOATHE pills(prescription, I love OTC and vitamins) and refuse to take them unless my child's life depends upon it, so I must manage things naturally and by my lifestyle choices. Yet lately I've made some very bad ones.

Not changing anything if I keep writing here...so off to bed I go. (Or maybe I'll check my crops in Farmville first....)