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Friday, October 27, 2006 |
beloved loves me |
last night, after i wrote my pathetically whiny post (from which this one may be no different), i fell asleep on the couch. the girls played games in their room, e. offered to make me some tea, and i then fell asleep. beloved called as he was leaving work, and e. told him i was sick, and asleep on the couch. he then proceeded to do the following:
- talk to the girls and encourage them to continue with their good behavior and high level of tolerance for their mom's state of unhealth
- buy me three different kinds of medicine
- make me tea
- bring me water
- make me lunch for the MPRE review course
- scratch my back
- make me go to sleep (again) ASAP so I could be well rested
He was very kind. and loving. and appreciated.
i got a good night's sleep, and woke up still congested, but okay. i was more than okay through the review course, but now, at 4:30, i'm beat again. Just beat. I feel sore and tired and icky. but i have 12 minutes until i have to leave to pick up j. from the school, and then e. from another school where she has practice, and then somehow think of something to feed them, bring them home, call a friend to come pick them up (oh yeah, i have to pack their stuff), and then ....
and then? beloved should be home by then. and then what? if i wasn't feeling like i'd been hit by a truck, i would CERTAINLY go to my favorite restaurant with beloved to get mac & cheese (the best!) and some Allagash Tripel. But I do feel poorly. So I am not sure it's wise.
We're getting a big giant windy rainy storm tomorrow. the town has already declared the fields CLOSED for the entire weekend. so there is no soccer in the a.m. but i will have to go get e. from the sleepover and bring her to the day-time "playdate," probably right as the storm is hitting. i was hoping for some serious paper-writing time during the day, but it turns out that with this hand-off for e. (from friend to friend), i'm going to spend a lot of time on transportation. i'll probably barely get sat down again, and it will be time to go get j.
agh. |
posted by Zuska @ 4:35 PM |
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