Busy Before Breakfast: A Simply Sina Morning
Well folks, it’s 8:30 AM and I’ve already lived a whole lifetime. Downstairs? Clean. Kids? Fed. One shipped off to school. The other? About to be escorted to the gates of education by yours truly in just a few minutes. Meanwhile, my bathroom looks like a crime scene the cleaning crew forgot, but we don’t talk about that right now.
Oh—and did I mention we”re hosting a three-ring circus of repair people this morning? Yep, we booked ourselves a little variety show. Coming soon to a front porch near you:
- Roof guy – here to tell us whether our ceiling is planning a surprise water feature.
- House AC guy – because apparently, my upstairs carpet really needed its own swamp.
- Car AC guy – finally swooping in to save me from Florida death-by-humidity.
Listen, I’m a windows-down girl at heart, but let’s get real—there’s a difference between breezy and walking through soup. Florida humidity has me feeling like a soggy Pop-Tart by the time I walk Quincy to school.
Speaking of walks, between Carson’s daily bus stop trek and Quincy’s back-and-forth marches, I feel like I should get credit for training for the Disney Marathon. Except instead of Mickey cheering me on, it’s just my neighbor giving me a pity wave as I pant up the sidewalk.
But let’s talk about this iron drama. Because honey, if I don’t get this figured out soon, the only thing I’ll be good for is professional napping. Headaches, fatigue, exhaustion—you name it, I’ve got it. My gynecologist had the audacity to say I’m “probably used to it by now.” Ma’am, I am not “used to it.” I’m barely used to being 44, and suddenly my body is pulling stunts like it’s auditioning for a medical drama.
Bottom line: my to-do list is way too long for me to be horizontal 23 hours a day. So yes, hematologist, you are next on my dance card.
And before I head out the door to wrangle kids and repairmen like I’m running a bootleg summer camp—friendly reminder: go check out my TikTok Shop! 🎃👻 Get yourself a cute Halloween/Fall shirt or sweatshirt. Because while I’m over here sweating through Florida life, at least you can look festive and fabulous.
