This week has flown by in a dizzying hazy of pain, discomfort and far too much sleeping. I can't believe that today is Friday, and I have not accomplished a single thing in nearly a week!
My husband has been wonderful; getting up with the boys at 6:30 and letting me laze in bed until 8:30 or 9:00. This morning I woke with THE worst headache and made my way to the bathroom. I hardly recognized the person staring back at me in the mirror. My eyes seemed to have a glazed over expression, sunken into deep sockets framed in dark purple circles. My freckles standing out in stark contrast to my ghostly pale skin, all framed by my tangled, unwashed tresses. It really was a frightening sight.
I felt even worse as I surveyed the neglect of my house, and the duties, that if I had been feeling better, would have been taken care of. Mounds of laundry have taken over the basement, and heaps of dirty clothes have piled up in corners of bedrooms and bathroom.
Ryan has dutifully run the dishwasher when he's had a few extra minutes, but even with his efforts, the counters and sink of our small kitchen are cluttered with piles of unwashed dishes.
I am still not feeling any better, but Ryan has the day off, I'm sure that will help me with the kiddos, and perhaps we'll even make our way to the hospital in the search of more answers. I'm tired of feeling so - weak, and helpless. I'm the Mommy! I'm supposed to be above all illness RIGHT!?
Yesterday my kids had preschool. Ryan had to be to work at 8:00am so he made sure the boys were fed and dressed before he left, so I wouldn't have to worry about it. Canton, my 3 year old, spent the entire day in Oran's pants! I noticed before I took him to school, but didn't have the energy to find him different pants. So he wore pants sized 18 mo. that, due to the elastic, fit his waist fine, but hit him about mid shin, making them look more like Capri's than pants. Oh well! I guess that's what I get for not dressing him myself.
I sure hope I feel better soon, I'm not sure my house, or my family can handle much more time with a sick Mommy.
"Look Mom, 10:30 and still in my PJs!"
Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY Quinten!! My little brother is 23!? How did that happen! I love you and hope you have a great day! You're awesome! - Thanks for calling me last night!
Naomi Gwenaelle Grant
2 months ago