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i has a sick
A cold attacked me on Sunday. One minute I was fine, five minutes later I had a raging sore throat and completely stuffed sinuses. Monday I sat on the couch and watched Farscape. Tuesday I went to Dublin, which was clearly an overtaxing of my ability, but I was glad I went. I went to bed at 7:30pm on Tuesday night (Indy tucked me in and read me a story &heart;), woke briefly at 11 and thought “yay I’m a lot better!” and went back to sleep…and woke up at 4:30am. :{ Got up at 5 or something. Went BACK to bed at 10. Got up at noon, sure I would make it through until evening. Then at 7 on Wednesday evening Indy wanted some snuggle time and we went upstairs and I lay down on the bed and was like NOPE. THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE.
And woke up at 2:30am. *sigh* Stayed up until 8:30. Went back to bed until around 11. I’m pretty clearly going to have to rely on caffiene to get me through until 9 or 10pm tonight, because it’s now a quarter to one and frankly I feel I could go back to sleep.
I *am* a lot better than I was Sunday thru Tuesday evenings, but I’m still wrecked. I’ve accomplished no work at all this week, which would be frustrating if I could muster the energy to care that much. I am crying at everything. This is No Fun At All.
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pajama day
Yesterday was a pajama day. After all the moving and the party and the pox we were exhausted, and then our silly child got up at 6:20 in the morning. I got up with him and tried to read while he watched tv, but about 9am I fell asleep reading and crawled onto the couch and pulled a pillow over my head and only woke up enough to mumble, “Yes, you can watch that,” every time he asked about something (once it was something I hadn’t let him watch before but I was too tired to argue, and he said, “REALLY!?” :)), until 12:30, when I only got up because I planned to go to sleep in the real bed, but 12:30 seemed a little late so I didn’t.
Poor Ted had to get dressed because he had to get more cement to set the swingset in (and bring the wretched broken bookcase back), but Indy and I remained in our PJs all day.
Poor kid is really being a trooper, with the pox. “Mommy,” he said to me sadly yesterday, “when the chicken pox are gone will I be able to scratch again?” Today he’s had a baking soda bath, which he thought was fairly wonderful. (“Mommy! The stinging is gone!”) I think there may be another one in his future even on this very day.
I recognize that there are many, many things I should be doing today. I’m having a hard time actually doing any of them, but the list is as long as my arm. And probably the most important bit is working on Spite House, the crossover story with Kat Richardson, as it’s due in ten days. (It’s also, fortunately, more than halfway done, but Kat and I have both just had a series of hits that just keep on coming, and it’s now much closer to the wire than either of us would like. @.@)
I also need to, and none of these are tasks insurmountable for the day if I can get out of the chair and go do them, do the following:
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unpack Indy’s room/put away toys
– finish putting laundry away
– do laundry
– put the DVDs away
–clean the kitchenThe laundry’s already underway, and Indy’s room won’t take very long, probably, and it would mean another room in the house is basically Done. So I should get up and go do those. She said, looking rather tired and pathetic. :)
Tomorrow I’ve really got to remember to look in to rubbish collection around here, too…
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man flu
Judging from the series of pathetic sounds I was making earlier, I have Man Flu. :) (I feel that if my husband moaning and moping around like I was doing means he’s got the Man Flu, it’s only fair that I should too.) Anyway, it’s sick in this house. Poor Ted is actually the only one who isn’t sick, and he was driven out of our bedroom last night by my snoring, out of Young Indy’s by his snorting, and out of ours AGAIN by my snoring, only to end up on the couch, where nobody gets any good sleep. Poor guy.
For my own part, at 1:30am I remembered the presence of Vicks in our house, and spread it liberally beneath my nose and got a whole three hours of practically uninterrupted sleep before it stopped working, even with further application. We’re all pretty pathetic here. @.@
Less pathetic is the Redeemer Chronicles Kickstarter, which I suspect my friend E thinks I should be promoting harder. :) It’s approaching the midway mark, which I have fond hopes of it reaching by tomorrow, 1 week in to the campaign. :) I’ve added three new reward tiers. One of them involves fudge!
*laughs* Last Thursday or so Ted read the REDEEMER teaser chapters and said “OMG. I hope this thing funds, because I want to know what happens!!!!” Ted doesn’t usually read my works in progress, so this was something of a triumph for me. :) :) :)
Ted made red beans & rice last night. Today I’ve got a crock pot of ham & bean soup, using the left over juice from the red beans, as the flavour base. I bet it smells really good. I just can’t tell. :)
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so this week.
So preschool started last week and inevitably Young Indiana got a cold by day 3 and I had a cold by day 5 and very excitingly Ted did not get a cold, he got a twisted appendix (he’s on antibiotics for it and they’ll decide in another week if they should take it out or not), so this past week has been…somewhat exhausting. By which I mean we are all dragging ass and staring thousand-mile stares.
I’ve been re-reading the Continuing Time books while sitting around being on media blackout/sick/waiting on sick people. I still like them. I still desperately want Ola Blue’s story.
I have come to the conclusion that I need to accept that if I cannot walk at least a mile and ideally six or seven miles in a pair of shoes, they do not suit my lifestyle. This means I have a number of pairs of shoes and boots to bring to charity shops. I need to do that sooner rather than later, and with the least amount of “BUT THEY’RE SO CUTE” angst as possible. :)
I should do something similar with clothes, actually, but I’ll deal with the shoes first…
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the week of lists
sorry for all the lists. it’s just that with this head cold if i don’t write every single thing i need to do down, i honestly can’t remember for more than a few seconds what it is that needs doing. i’ll have more content as soon as i can think again. on the plus side, down to 14 items, some of which are things i’ve accomplished but need to keep accomplishing, like going to bed early. really early. ted sent me to bed at 7:30 last night, that’s how pathetic i was.
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send books to irish cousin
–send books to american cousins
– continue work on webpage
– write the PRSI letter
– finish the tree house
– vacuum
–GO! BUY! INK!
– sign my name (literally) 1000 times with the above ink
– answer faith’s email
–write magical words blog
–call airtricity
–call upc again. sigh.
–call voice people
–call gardening people
– go to bed early. for the love of god, go to bed early.
