Big Plans
I had big plans for today. Big Plans! Cleaning, cooking, shopping, preparations for tomorrow. It was going to be great. I was going to get So Much Done!
And then I tried to move.
Sometime during the night, someone seems to have stabbed me between the shoulder blades with some sort of invisible, non-lethal knife. It's wedged in there fairly well, causing pain when moving my arms, legs, breathing ... that type of thing.
Thinking it might make its way out if I tried moving and stretching and such, I moved through the pain. Then wrapped myself back up in my comforter and snuggled into bed for a M*A*S*H marathon.
Did I mention I have a migraine, too?
Some days are just like that. A lot of days, lately.
So I've revised my plan.
I'm doing one or two small things at a time, then returning to hibernation.
I got dinner in the crockpot and cleaned out a kitchen drawer. Then laid down with a rice sock and read a stack of books to a cuddly two year old.
I finished prepping and packing food for homeschool co-op tomorrow and sorted through mail. Then I sat and listened to a twenty-minute long retelling and reenactment of a six year old's dream.
I made lunch, then put our guest, and almost myself, down for a nap.
I made a few phone calls and sent a few emails. I folded some laundry and clipped some coupons. All from the comfort of my bed, as I watched yet more M*A*S*H.
I loaded the dishwasher and put recyclables in the bin before retreating to bed to put a cold cloth on my head and a hot rice sock on my back.
I got dinner in the crockpot and cleaned out a kitchen drawer. Then laid down with a rice sock and read a stack of books to a cuddly two year old.
I finished prepping and packing food for homeschool co-op tomorrow and sorted through mail. Then I sat and listened to a twenty-minute long retelling and reenactment of a six year old's dream.
I made lunch, then put our guest, and almost myself, down for a nap.
I made a few phone calls and sent a few emails. I folded some laundry and clipped some coupons. All from the comfort of my bed, as I watched yet more M*A*S*H.
I loaded the dishwasher and put recyclables in the bin before retreating to bed to put a cold cloth on my head and a hot rice sock on my back.
I scraped the label off a brand new stainless steel pot my husband got at the thrift store for $5. It may have been donated because the label was next to impossible to remove. I may never recover from the marathon scraping session. This may be it for me for the day.
For a day when I felt like I wouldn't get much done, I'm not doing so badly after all.
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