Still unbelievably sick. But, had to get some fresh air or I might have died. So, I harvested some of our garlic and some of our potatoes and made soup. Very garlicky soup. And I ate a huge bowl, which cleared out my sinuses, for about four minutes. And then, I laid on the couch, crying silently (because I can't so much as croak) because I was so unspeakably exhausted, and because the dishes were in the sink for a fifth day. And potatoey dishes are the worst to clean. Bad, bad me.
Baby wasn't anywhere near ready for bed, because gosh - she hasn't been properly exercised all week. But, I had given my 5% capacity to the garden. Possibly stupidly, but it was too late for self-flagellation. Still, I had no energy to play with her very entertainingly (she likes it best when I bounce around the room like a caffeinated rabbit, see).
So we watched a movie, and felt horribly guilty that my infant was watching it with me. All these things I thought I'd never do... And all the people I judged, when they said they were doing things they'd sworn never to do... heh.
But, I hushed my inner critic. We're staying alive, and I'm pretty sure that's all my husband wants. We'll attempt ambition tomorrow.
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