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The usual suspects...
Whew! Well, as you can all probably surmise, I survived. Of course, sitting up is sometimes a major challenge, but I'm getting there! I get tired taking a shower, and have to go take a nap! Sad, isn't it? Oh well, the doctor said four to six weeks to get my stamina back, and of course, you know Auntie, I want it back NOW, dammit!
Of course, the kids go between hating having Mama get pooped after a few minutes of playing, and loving the idea of taking care of me. (rolls eyes heavenward). The Impertinent Daughter made me a bowl of soup. "You haven't eaten all day, Mama, you eat every bite!" she said sternly. I hid my grin, and obediently ate as much as I could manage. Food isn't exactly appealing right now.
And yes, I'm writing busily. Now that I'm not coughing my lungs up, I can sit and write again. When I'm not fixing a toy, or getting gum out of someone's hair, or getting the cat out of the clothes hamper (Ed has to explore EVERYWHERE.) Or taking a nap. Let's hear it for the Husbandly One, who has been cooking dinner, washing clothes (and not turning the whites pink), balancing the checkbook, taking care of the kids, and all the other myriad jobs that Auntie usually does on top of what he usually does... wait a minute... what DOES he do (snort, kidding!)? Okay, so the house looks like a tornado hit it, he's doing a pretty good job anyway, and nobody ever died from a messy house (unless it was from embarrassment, and nobody ever dies from that... though we often WANT to!).
Okay, time to take another nap. Auntie's pooped! See you all tomorrow!
Of course, the kids go between hating having Mama get pooped after a few minutes of playing, and loving the idea of taking care of me. (rolls eyes heavenward). The Impertinent Daughter made me a bowl of soup. "You haven't eaten all day, Mama, you eat every bite!" she said sternly. I hid my grin, and obediently ate as much as I could manage. Food isn't exactly appealing right now.
And yes, I'm writing busily. Now that I'm not coughing my lungs up, I can sit and write again. When I'm not fixing a toy, or getting gum out of someone's hair, or getting the cat out of the clothes hamper (Ed has to explore EVERYWHERE.) Or taking a nap. Let's hear it for the Husbandly One, who has been cooking dinner, washing clothes (and not turning the whites pink), balancing the checkbook, taking care of the kids, and all the other myriad jobs that Auntie usually does on top of what he usually does... wait a minute... what DOES he do (snort, kidding!)? Okay, so the house looks like a tornado hit it, he's doing a pretty good job anyway, and nobody ever died from a messy house (unless it was from embarrassment, and nobody ever dies from that... though we often WANT to!).
Okay, time to take another nap. Auntie's pooped! See you all tomorrow!