Tuesday, July 09, 2013
First of all, I have to say that after trying to clean the whole house and wash all the clothes, I concluded that we have too much stuff. Last night (I got my second wind after all), I weeded out of the closet and got rid of almost all of my clothes; they were all extra large or old maternity clothes. As soon as I have the umph, my son's closet is next. I'm starting to think, well, it's more than a thought, that I'm just keeping clothes I love. No more love, adios. As luck would have it, one of the neighborhood restaurant workers was walking by, and my husband gave her two full bags of clothes. I don't know how he weaved that into the conversation, but apparently she is my former size.
To ease up my load, my husband decided to take all of the clothes and blankets to the laundromat today because I'm not feeling well and am really unmotivated. (So unmotivated, he had to make me breakfast; my DH gets a gold star for variety.) In fact, even though it's 9a.m., I'm about to take a nap. However, I still have to do all the floors, and today is the day I normally clean the bathroom. So, I'm trying to sort out what to do next, slowly. My son is feeling much better, and I know this because he's pranked me a couple of times and is defying even my minor requests with a sly smile on his face. I don't know why kids think that's funny.
We both have a doctor's visit today, and if he clears us, we are going camping this weekend. Our last vacation got cut short, and I want to go hiking or biking. Anyway, I need to get more sleep. My head is pounding, and I can't hear a damn thing out of my left ear.
Who gets this sick in the summer? Sheesh.