My mother used to use that phrase when she was feeling off. She used to say she was having a bad day, and I would ask what was wrong, and she would respond, that she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she was at sixes and sevens.
Hmm, this is interesting:
Your spouse will have to do much to endure your changes of mood. Problems today with sensitiveness of the head, risks of dizzy spells, migraines and sudden fevers.
Kind of accurate, although a little too Scarlet O’Hara to be to truthful.
Both of my kids have job offers pending, and I am very uptight about that. Especially my recent college graduate who is living back home again, and really needs to move out.
I am not sleeping great, so I take a sleeping pill, but then worry I am over taking too much sedative, and that could be why I hit a wall at 2 pm these last couple of days.
I think I am over compensating for the lack of sleep with too much coffee in the morning.
I am upset that half and half is now almost 5.00 for a half gallon. I am trying vanilla soy milk, and now my morning coffee, that I LOVE, sucks.
My running partner and friend, face planted on Sunday during a run, and I got mad at him instead of feeling sympathy. He bled all over the place and ended up in the hospital. I told him he should know better, yup, I suck.
I am celebrating 90 days on Thursday. I thought I would feel better by now.
I am going to go lie down.