How I felt
yesterday when I fell asleep at 8:30am was definitely a sign and I felt just as
crudy when I woke up again this morning so I decided to take the day off to
feel generally crappy in peace. I’m very bad at taking time off and there’s a
distinct possibility that I will be working sometime during the day and/or
cleaning my house but for now, veg veg veg. Francine is very happy to have me
home today and my kids were not happy to be going to school while I did not get
out of my jams.
Somewhere in the 10 o’clock hour my stomach was rumbly
and I made leftover cheese grits with a fried egg. Hoping it doesn’t contribute
to my feeling of unwell because it tasted SO GOOD.
By 8am I was staring at my messy side of the bedroom. I’m
a closet (heh) slob, and my slobbery is usually contained to this area. But
what a mess it is. I got some coffee, snuggled more with Francine, and at 9am I
needed to fix it. Have I mentioned here before that I’m not good at downtime?
It was a slow process and didn’t get completely fixed,
but by noon it looked like this.
And MAIL CAME. So many good things in today’s mail, it
helped my spirits by leaps and bounds.
New glasses!
New leggings!
My final Ipsy bag! Had good stuff …. Maybe I shouldn’t
cancel …. Grrrr.
My amazon order had the kids’ Converse in it that I
ordered for family pictures, so I also laid out the clothes I have decided on
to see again if this is what I want. I have no idea what C will wear – he doesn’t
like me picking out his clothes and he’s pretty good with fashion so I generally
let him do his own thing.
All of this motivates me to get out of the house for a
little while and I head over to Target in search of headbands and shirts that
don’t make me look like Gigantor if I wear leggings in public (I don’t judge
others in leggings in public but I feel super self-conscious) and the Petstore
for information about Francine’s adoption/vaccine information (a bust) and cat food,
and to the UPS store to visit with Elizabeth and return an Amazon purchase.
That’s about all the drive I’ve got, so home again home
again, jiggity jig.
I made this for dinner, which was delicious and of course my kids wouldn't eat it.
Henry finished his Darth Vader turkey.
And Spencer had a baseball tournament game at EIGHT
THIRTY. I’m exhausted just thinking about it in hindsight. C took him and H and
I followed, but we didn’t stay long. Bedtime is 8:30 and the kids do not last
long past expiration. Henry was asleep 5 minutes from the field after he asked
to go home and told me he couldn’t give me one more inning before leaving. Good
thing he knew.
The boys followed around 9:45pm, the game was called on
mercy not in our favor. Spencer went off to bed and C and I talked (C ranted
and I listened) and then I tried to go to bed but had an anxiety attack which
made me take my first Xanax in a month. I was a disaster. About 20 minutes
later I was calmed to HR of 85 and passed out. The end.
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