I was so hopeful. Figured I'd be feeling better today. But alas, I'm not. I did manage a shower this morning at least. I fed the fish and the guinea pigs. I napped. Watched bad tv. Napped more. Ate a little bit. Napped some more.
I must admit, if I wasn't feeling crappy and losing money by not being at work, I would have truly enjoyed the last couple of days. I can't remember the last time I actually sat around and did absolutely nothing. I've always been able to muster the energy and stubbornness to suck it up and get things done. This time, I am actually listening to those who have YELLED at me to ensure that I take it easy. It's hard too, though. I can't pick up Olivia even though she wants me to. I can't play with the girls. I can't feed the dogs. I can't clean. I feel totally useless. Poor J looks tired at night and I feel bad that I can't help him.
Although, I do take some satisfaction knowing that he is getting a taste of what it is to be me. He acknowledged the other day that he had a new found respect for when I was a SAHM. After only a brief trip to the doctor's office with both of the girls he was instantly impacted by how hard it can be to tote them around to even the simplest of tasks.
More things like that will speed my recovery.
