Sunday, August 19, 2012

Word of the day: energy

Energy: (n) the strength and vitality required for sustained physical or mental activity. (note: children voraciously consume energy from their parents by osmosis and by asking incessant questions and by pooping a lot.)

It would seem that being tired is a common theme in my blog posts. In the past couple of months or so, the level of relentless exhaustion I've felt has really been interfering in my day-to-day life, so I finally sucked it up and went to the doctor. She told me I was very deficient of vitamin B, and that I should start taking a supplement. Well, honestly, I didn't put much stock into that and I really didn't expect to have any sort of energy burst just from taking vitamins.

I was wrong. Very, very wrong. I can actually stay awake all day long AND have the energy to do all the things I need to do as a person with a full-time job and a husband and four kids and a house and two dogs and a never-ending stream of laundry and dishes. It is the craziest feeling after so many years of being so tired. I'm sure having eight straight years worth of toddlers had a little something to do with that, but my youngest is six now so it was far past time for things to improve.

The past two weeks I have been cleaning like a crazy mofo. Admittedly, I'm not the best housekeeper, but I think a lot of that was due to a lack of energy and in all reality, I thoroughly enjoy cleaning when I actually have the energy to do it. I have had plenty of energy so I've been dusting and sorting and vacuuming and washing clothes and cleaning out closets and cars and it has been effing glorious. People could actually come visit and I wouldn't have to corral them on the front porch to keep them from entering my house. In fact, my overly-intuitive children have been following me around the house asking, "Are we having company? Is that why you're cleaning? When are they gonna get here?" Poor little things.

So as you might have guessed, this whole having energy business is definitely out of the norm for me, and my family is used to me being very lethargic and falling asleep in my recliner a lot and - I'll be honest - generally not cleaning the toilets unless we have company. (I can't believe I just admitted that.)

This past weekend, my darling husband was somewhat out of sorts. He was grumpy and kept asking me if I was okay and he really had his eye on me the whole weekend. I really didn't pay too much attention because I was bound and determined to clean every last surface in my house, and finally on Sunday night he confronted me with what was bothering him. Apparently, the only time I voluntarily cleaned in the past few years was when I was pissed off at him, and he couldn't figure out what he had done to set me off this time. My poor, poor husband...he spent his whole weekend thinking I was mad about some obscure offense when in fact I was just on a vitamin B-fueled cleaning bender that even included me cleaning out my closet and almost throwing my back out when I tried on a pair of jeans that reeeeeeeeeeally didn't fit me anymore.

So, vitamin B, folks. It's a wonder drug. Just be sure to warn your spouse about the non-angry cleaning you may be compelled to do.

1 comment:

  1. If you run out of surfaces...come on over :)