I woke up feeling like my head was stuffed with cotton, yucky sinuses, and swollen throat.
Loaded up on cold meds to make me feel like a human and went to church, helped watch the crawler nursery. Cute babies.
I’m done having babies. I love them, but enough is enough.
Came home, made lunch (I just had oatmeal and toast),crawled under the lovely soft down-alternative comforter I got Wolf for Christmas, and temporarily died. For like 3 hours.
I’ve made dinner and supervised the kids folding laundry. Rehung the living room drape. Boiled eggs to use for breakfast this week. The family is watching A Knight’s Tale. I love everything about that movie!
I haven’t had enough to eat today. I also haven’t worked on that quilt I need to finish.
I think knitting is all I can manage this evening, and even that seems like a lot of effort. I feel terrible, still. Can’t call in to work tomorrow because I so direly need the potential of making some money.