swivet (SWIV-it) noun

A state of anxiety, discomposure or agitation. (Usually used in the phrase "in a swivet".)

I spent all day in a swivet. I so need a routine.

Yes this is me. The one who hated them. The one who thought routines tied you down, made you dull.

I'd rather be dull than in a swivet.

I got up way too late. Again. Mind you, I did very well last week, mostly because my dh was getting up early and leaving. I have this cold, too. Makes me want to sleep. It's been cloudy and cold and generally wintery which I can't complain about really as the winter has been so mild in comparison to other parts of the country. But being solar powered, cloudy days just don't give me energy. However, the sun did decide to shine this morning.

But this morning I just couldn't make myself be in a hurry to get out of bed. I woke up achy--head, sinuses and other stuff that I wouldn't let myself dwell on. I just can't stand letting myself lay there (or is it lie!?! In a swivet here!!!) and count my aches and pains as the first chore of the day. Rick was kind enough to bring me some ibuprofen and a piece of toast with peanut butter, and I was going to see if I could let the headache die out, but then I just couldn't stand being in bed anymore and so I figured it would just as likely go away if I moved slowly than if I was motionless. You know--get the blood pumping a litte.

I don't really remember what I did after that, but I do remember that the headache didn't go away. I needed to go get groceries and run other errands, but I could barely make myself think about leaving the house. Until the weather report came in. Nasty stuff tomorrow--maybe. Maybe rain. Maybe freezing rain. Maybe snow. You know, had I stayed in this afternoon we'd have gotten massive amounts of road-closing something just because there wasn't an egg in the house. But I got my achy head out the door. Was actually glad to let my son drive me around town. We have eggs in the house now. We won't get a drop of precip.

I forgot that today was the 3rd and that everyone else who had thought about going grocery shopping tomorrow probably watched the weather too and did the same thing as me. The stores were horrendous. I'm going to have to watch the calendar and go early, early, early at the top of the month. Anyway the trip to the store was a nightmare. Then I still had to face coming home and finding something to cook that everyone would eat.

My darling was wearing his superhero cape today. He came home from work and grilled chicken for me. When he is sweet he is the sweetest. I made a good choice. There are times when I'd tell you that I was an idiot. THOSE are the times when I'm an idiot. He told me last night, "Don't look now, but I think we're getting old together." :) That's okay. I'm in great company.

At any rate, the swivet is over for the most part. Kitchen is clean and all I have to do is....

OH MY--tomorrow's workshop.

Swivet returns! I'm outta here!