Rare Energy

I don't know where it comes from, or why. When I was younger, in my 20s and 30s, I would get the "nesting urge" every single month in the days before my "monthly" was due to begin. In the last few years though, it started coming less frequently, to the point where I thought I might not be ovulating every month. I chart my cycle, and know I am still ovulating. But the bursts of energy are far and few between. Like, one day every six months? I used to depend on those bursts of energy for housecleaning and deep cleaning. Nowadays it is a struggle to keep up with things.

But today, for some reason, I seemed to have a huge burst of energy. I started out by cleaning the shed. The shed doubles as our milking parlor and it was just a nightmare in there. Cluttered with things all over and dust, cobwebs, you name it. It is very dusty in the desert, so it's to be expected. It's nothing for computer monitors and televisions to be covered with a thick layer of dust.

So I worked on that for several hours... from at least 9am to about 1:30pm. I found a lot of empty boxes, mainly when combining things from two or three boxes into one box. Our best milker would not get on the milking stand, due to the drastic change in the milking parlor. We finally had to physically put her up there, and she stood with her hooves spread and would not eat her concentrate while I milked her. Oh, that was something else that I did. I FIXED the milking stand. I have wanted the headlock to work for the longest time, but have just not gotten around to fixing it. Actually, that's what started me out on cleaning the shed was fixing the milking stand. See, the newest milker has tiny teats and so I have to milk her with my finger tips and thumbs and it takes much longer than it does with the milker with normal sized teats. So the newest milker is a good girl and stands patiently, but she also likes to tuck her head in between her body and my head and peer into the milking bucket WHILE she is chewing cud and burping in my face, nuzzling my face with her stinky breath. I know her former owner locks the headlock on her stand, so I know this girl is trained to not go nuts when the headlock is in place. It was much easier milking her, but she did still keep trying and trying to pull her head out of the keyhole. Her head is so small that if she was willing to risk shearing off her ears she could pull her head out.

The dust got to my asthma. I've got to use my Albuterol soon.

I put up a shelf in the livingroom for our most popular books, which are usually strewn about, or more recently in a tall stack about 2 feet high. It's kind of hard to get one book when they are stacked like that.

I washed my oldest son's sheets, blankets and pillows. I even went out of my way to load the washer (gallon by gallon) with hot water. For some reason the place we live didn't have hot water hooked up to the washer, so we usually wash in cold. But bedding should be washed in hot water in my opinion.

It feels good to get a lot accomplished like I did today. Just for the fun of it, today is Day 6 of my cycle. Also, something I noticed last month was during the time I am nearing ovulation, and usually feeling rather mellow and fairly happy, I was highly agitated and feeling like I was this close -> <- to just telling everyone off. I seem to feel this way at work, just can't take the stress. The feeling is one of feeling like I have to mentally concentrate on keeping myself reined in, so that I don't just start blasting everyone verbally. My boss and another coworker keep telling me it is most definitely the beginning of menopause. I've thought I was in perimenopause for at least eight years now.