I'm happy with the haircut I got on Saturday, I busted ass on Sunday prepping meals for the week and catching up on ALL the laundry and ALL the dirty dishes-all before noon. Oh yeah, I washed my sheets too.
I know, right, what the fuck
I finally pulled the plug and unfriended a vaguebook troller who I actually know in real life which is only mildly awkward, mostly because I care very little. Went to the gym after work yesterday and had a pretty great workout.
Restlessly slept and got up at wake up time with heavy chills feeling like garbage. I believe I cooked breakfast, packed a lunch and mumbled to my family I was sick and going back to bed. Slept till 1, made some tea, finished The Book Thief which was a terrible idea because crying with a congested chest hurts.
It's not a spoiler. The book is set in Nazi Germany during World War II, you should know you will cry when you pick it up.
It's November, so with that spirit I will say I am thankful I prepped all the meals for the week and have clean sheets and towels because I'm going to feel like shit for a few days.
Now it's almost 3pm, and I'm feeling more human as the day goes on and I almost folded my kids laundry.
Just look at me. LOOK.
I took a sick day to rest and recoup as much as possible before tomorrow morning and the second I begin to remotely feel better I start folding laundry.
Maybe that's just who we are. We've had so many conversations lately about the mental load of mothers, and maybe it's just because that's who we are and we argue in favor of equality for it but probably wouldn't trust it completely in the hands of our spouses anyway.
Like seriously just let me do it.
I'm going to make myself some toast now.
No comments:
Post a Comment