Monday, August 08, 2016
What a cry baby I am when I am sick --
I cried when I discovered I left the ice cream out on the counter during one of my feverish nights
I cried when I went to get more ice cubes to suck on and discovered I had dumped them all in the sink
I cried when I discovered I left the bath tub full and the mess of towels and clothes all over the floor from a 4am hot bath to ease the aching bones
I cried when I curled up on the sofa in the middle of the night wrapped in a blanket and feeling so very alone
I cried when I went to get a glass of juice and discovered I had none
I cried when I went to make some soup and discovered it was finished
I cried when I got home from the grocery store shaky and sweating and aching and discovered I had NOT bought more juice or soup -- but did buy marshmallow candy?!
BUT I knew I had turned a corner when I woke up on Saturday morning and the only thing I could think of was sex .............
I would estimate in a day or two I should be able to face the gym and resume my regularly scheduled activities ............
and people wonder why I say I am not a good patient !!!
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