My mind is playing tricks.

"Mischief 2 asleep on the living room floor"

Day 6 and exhaustion has long set in. Last night was a miracle, not only did I end up falling asleep on the couch, but I got to sleep before 2am (which is the standard at this present time), and it was also before midnight. It was only a nap on the couch until the earth decided to dance a little jig again, and even with that nap, I still got to sleep before midnight. Admittedly I did lay in bed for almost an hour before my eyes would stay shut.

Yesterday was twirled with a lot of emotions. I woke up tiered and grumpy - The lack of sleep is turning me into the grump monster I really don't want to be. I snapped at the mischiefs, left them in the lounge and went and lay in my bed and started feeling horrible for snapping at them. Just then, another aftershock. It was only a small jolt and I still herd the mischiefs playing babies in the lounge with that horrible voice they put on. I let out a big sigh, then I hear rumbling. Is it a truck? Is it a bus? No, yet another aftershock and a rather bouncy one at that. I have never jumped out of bed as fast as I did. Who needs alarm clocks when earthquakes get you out of bed faster! I ran into the lounge and pushed the mischiefs under the table. Mischief 3 started crying the moment the house started to bounce.

Later that day I ventured out to the supermarket to do my shopping. The city is falling down but life still goes on, still need to keep going. I enlisted the help of my mum with the shopping because school is still out. My house looks like an earthquake hit, and not because of the 100's of aftershocks (I think the total is somewhere in the 200's but only just over 100 have been felt in Christchurch), but because the mischiefs are at home not at school. There were 2 things that the supermarket seemed to be lacking in; Bottled water and rice.

Boiling your water is a pain. Mischief 3 got into the clean cooled down boiled water and tipped soap, food and anything else she could find into it. I had to boil more. I also don't like the idea that I'm showering in water that im not aloud to drink because it may make me sick. That thought proves for very quick showers indeed.

Last night, about 2am, I woke up because something was tickling my face. I look up to see a hand. It was far to big to be a mischief hand and i don't shear my bed with anyone else. Dubiously I picked up the arm to find where it was coming from. The moment I began to move the arm away from me, my right arm starts to feel tingly as blood rushes back into it. It was my own arm that was tickling me. My mind really is playing tricks on me now! Then just after that, I felt another shock. GRRRRRR when are they going to end???

I have no idea how this post is going to sound, and I've noticed that my spelling and grammar is more shocking than ever! I'm rather bad in that area, but anyone following me on Facebook would see that it's gotten so bad since Saturday.
The upscale of anxiety, and general on edge has really frayed a lot of nerves here. Even tho my house is still standing and I have all the facilities one needs, there is still a lot going on around us that can send people to the breaking point. Last night as I lay in bed, I was coming close to that point. But this morning I woke determined not to let this drag me down. I wish right now that I could get out there and help clean up. If the Mischiefs were older, that's exactly what we would all be doing. It does not surprise me that a lot of people are out there helping clean up, its a great way to loose your worries.

"Fire Crew pulling down a chimney on the corner of my street"

Metallica were right to come here ... Christchurch sure knows how to rock!