Mountains to climb before I sleep

Well here I am! I can't believe it's been over 2 weeks since I posted on here. I keep thinking of things that I need to put down on this blog, and then I just don't do it. So sorry. It has been a hectic couple of weeks, but I'll just sum up the last week or so. Last Thursday I had a BYB party, Friday I was at a friend's house, Saturday I had a Vendor Blender, and then went out with 'the girls'. Sunday was church and then I went to a massive clothing sale. Afterwards I went out with 'the girls' again. Monday I ran errands but stayed home in the evening. Tonight, one of the girls came to get me and we went to JoAnn's for a little bit, and then to her house to watch TV.
I don't have any BYB parties scheduled for this week at all, but I have plans to go to a bonfire on Friday night, a stamping party on Saturday night, and then a 'sleep over' afterwards.
I have been out with friends more in the past few weeks than I have in all my years of being a mom. Is that a bad thing? Should I feel guilty? It's not as if I'm leaving them for days at a time. Or, as if I'm leaving them with a babysitter. They're staying with DAD. And he doesn't mind. In his mind, if I'm out with friends, then I'm not home begging him to go out with me. He would just rather stay here while I go. So should I not go? Should I become the house hermit that he would not mind being? Should I just not go out with friends anymore?
That is something I need to think about. I have my party nights, yes. NOT party party... BYB parties. Where I leave about 5.20 and am home around 9.00. But then, recently, I've gone out just to go out. I've got a group of friends who want to do things just like I want to do things...so we do them.
I think as long as I set a limit to it, and don't go out EVERY night, that it's not a problem. And as long as my husband truly doesn't mind. If he did... I definitely would not be going.
So... who are "the girls"? I've met a couple new girlfriends, and have really hit it off. One of them, Richelle, I met this past summer when she came to my house when I had a yardsale. Then I went to the sale at her school. Then she dropped an invite by my house a couple weeks ago... and since then.. we've pretty much been hooked at the hip. Well, she introduced me to Jenn. And Jenn and I are so much alike in the things we like and don't, we say we were separated at birth,.. three years apart of course, because she's 25. But she is this sweet hearted bubbly personality that you just can't help but love.
So I basically spent the weekend with the two of them.
And then today, I was home all day, until Richelle called about 7.30 this evening, and wanted to know if I wanted to go out somewhere. So we went out for a little bit.
Let's see.....
I've done pretty well, I think, with BYB for this month. I sold about $600 in items this month, which to me isn't bad in my first month.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm entering menopause early. My body temp has been running at a steady 99.9 for more than a month now. Plus, I get these horrible heat flashes that make me think my body's on fire. AND... I"m losing my hair. I never thought I would mind that. I've always had this great, super duper thick thick hair that I had tons of, and it's naturally curly and an auburn color. I know I'm losing it because my rubberbands fit differently. I used to have to struggle to get the rubberband to go 2 times around my log of hair. NOW... if I pull it just right, I can get it to go 4 times around my hair. It physically feels thinner to me. I am losing it by the handfuls. That, also, is nothing new, except that it used to be, when I lost my hair, it would replace it self almost immediately, and it never really thinned. Now, though, that's not the case. It's thinning and not replacing itself.

So I'm not really sure what to do about that. I don't think I can do anything. I'll have to cut my hair short I think. Too bad I didn't get more pictures of it when it was long. Apparently I'll never have long hair again.

Hmmm.. Yesterday, I finally got up my nerve, and sent myself to my room. I folded laundry in my room yesterday for about 3 hours. I still have more to do. I have more sorting to do, a mountain of summer clothes to separate and fold. Ugh. Of all my housely duties, folding and putting away laundry are my Least favorites. So I let it get piled up and up and up into these mountains in our room. Your room is supposed to be this place of solace, where you can go to relax and drift off to sleep, or be close to your hubby. But all semblance of solace disappears when you are surrounded by laundry. Even if it's clean laundry, it's still a reminder of work. And what work you haven't been doing. So now at least, L + H's laundry is folded. James' and mine are put away, and J's is in it's own bucket. It's not folded yet, but at least it's in it's own space. I'll get to folding it tomorrow.

Today, I could have would have should have done it, but I took a nap.

So much for climbing mountains before sleeping.