To the Rescue

My Rheumatoid Arthritis is so bad right now, and the new medicine hasn't kicked in.  I'm hurting and when I'm like this, I get lazy.  (Thus the blog title.)  I don't take pain meds because the only thing I have is Tylenol or Advil/Aleve and they don't work for this kind of ouch.  Plus I don't even think of taking something until hours and hours after I should.

Tomorrow the cleaning ladies are coming, racing to my rescue.  The only bad thing is, I can't pick up before they come.  I know, I know.  "Cleaning for the cleaning ladies."  But I pay by the amount of time they're here, and they may be speedy with the cleaning, but the picking up will throw them for a loop!  I have dishes...oh let's not go there.  Sock patrol was missed by the kid so I must have a dozen socks in my living room.  Don't even ask how they could have accumulated to this point.  I can also have the sheets changed if I leave clean ones out for them.

Then again, looking around, it's not as bad as it used to be before the cleaning ladies.  I just wish they'd do laundry!!  Oh the joy!

But they are going to rescue me.  I am so grateful.


p.s.  The kid got out of bed so I made him pick up the socks.  Woohoo!  Now for the dishes!

Naming a Blog

I'm going to claim that I'm a Lazy Single Mom.  That means I don't have to type as much.  And it's a good excuse for having a house that's, well, decorated by Chaos.  In reality, though, I hate cleaning, I don't get motivated to clean unless there's company, and I am a Big Baby when my Rheumatoid Arthritis is acting up.  And when it's not.  I may actually be lazy too I guess! LOL

The name of the blog is also indicative of my status as a mom.  Technically, Patrick was 2 when I got divorced.  But from the time he was born I was essentially a single mom.  I had to take care of the baby before I left for work and make sure he was napping before I could leave, so that the husband working 2nd shift could sleep.  Then I'd come home at lunch and feed the baby.  Then I'd rush home after work and take care of the baby while the husband was at work.  So when the husband moved out the week of Patrick's 1st birthday, I didn't really notice. 

Now that the background is covered a bit, the RA part of me is screaming to stop typing. So here goes!  My first blog post! 

See you when my lazy self posts again.

Thanks for reading,
Lazy Single Mom