Monday again another new week and 5 more sleeps before the weekend. I don't know what a Monday does to me or maybe its the weekend that has my brain fogged up every Monday, Its not as if I do anything on a weekend, I sleep, rest, do what I can to help and that's it. Nothing exciting happening over here.
My mind is filled with fog, I hate these days as all I want to do is sleep. Its messing with my post, I try and post at least once a day, today its very difficult, hubby said I am sure one day won't matter But if I don't post it will be on my mind all night then I won't sleep until I do. I have trained myself into a routine which helps me keep focused missing one post makes me feel as if I have failed and that is something I ill will not do. Doing the post will help me by reading back what I have wrote,
I don't know how I would cope going through this and being alone, thankfully I have hubby and my daughter here who can keep me on the right track. My mind is really full but full of nothing that' important just. The best way to explain it is its much the same when your eyes can't focus as if there is a mist stopping your eyes from seeing what you want to see. If you understand what I am trying to say.
When I manage to keep to my routine I feel better, after posting this even though its taken me ages as I have to keep checking each line I post and correct so many mistakes, If I sent what I originally wrote you would be blocking my posts as its a load of rubbish plus spelt wrong, I used to good at spelling, what I do find hard to get write is There,Their, They're, Where, Were and We're. These baffle me, I don't know why plus my daughter is really good with this and shown me so many times when to use them and what they mean but still mess up. Maybe I should pay her to be my writing assistant.
Hubby go me up for my tea, he does try to keep me motivated and not to stay in bed. I got up a couple of hours ago, its been hard and now I am ready for my bed again, hopefully my brain will clear up for tomorrow , ll I can do is hope. The older I get the more muddles I become. Night everyone.
