Wiggling Out Of My Own Skin....

When standing on one's roof, fixing the leaks that are flooding your sun room floor in the hopes that the patches will hold until your contractor can replace the entire roof, the proper way to remove the tools, loose shingle pieces, cans of tar, and push brooms are...

A) Slowly lower the equipment to a helper, safely located on the ground below.

B) Place all tools and debris in a basket or bucket and lower it to the ground via a rope and harness.

C)  Hurl each piece individually off the roof onto the lawn, while screaming "CRAP!!!"  because you failed to check for children below.

As most of my neighbors will attest, today the answer was C. 

It is day three of my low natural carbohydrate, no refined sugar, "new" lifestyle. 

In an effort of full disclosure, I feel it also necessary to mention that I have inadvertently also started the "no soda, or caffeine" life style as well.

I know, I'm killing myself slowly.

Being Gluten Free, this means basically a diet of mostly meats, proteins, and veggies.  I have done this before and I know that day three is the worst day... ever.  It's the day of headaches, jitters, and irrational behavior.  So when I came home today with my head spinning and all but spitting pea soup, and Tony finally said "What the hell crawled up that beautiful butt of yours?", I knew it was time to get away.

So I went on the roof.

And I refused to come down.

No, not really, I just couldn't get down until someone held the ladder.  But trust me, I saw the twinkle in Youngest's eye when he realized he could leave me up there the entire night.

So while I was on the roof, Tony sealed the driveway.  Thankfully, he remembered to not seal around the ladder, although I know he was also tempted to leave me up there all  night.  I got most of the patches done, and hopefully they will hold for the next few weeks.  Because as well all know, as soon as one discovers the leak in the roof, the most wicked of New England nasty weather will fall upon us, testing every product known to Home Depot. 

But here's the thing...  the excess of work this week at the Post Office has really put a lot of strain on my right shoulder.  So, I am not supposed to be doing any repetitive over the head motions with my arm. The roof couldn't wait, and I was able to do most of it with my left arm. I have many more projects to do, all of which involve strenuous shoulder activity. The problem becomes that I am so fidgety,  I can't even stand it. 

I could watch TV.  But that makes me want snacks.

I could cook, but then I'd want to eat it.

I could do laundry...Wait. No.  I'm not doing laundry, forget it.

So I sit.

And I wiggle.

And I crank at people.

And I whine.

And I know when I wake up tomorrow it will all be better.

If it's not, for the love of God, someone please shove a cookie in my mouth.