Day 241: Still Resting

 

The kids are at swimming this morning, I decided to take it easy for another day. It's a tad windy here today... so, my ear is hurting like a bitch every time I walk outside. I just decided the best thing would be is if I stayed inside all day. The outside chores can wait for a whole other day.

trying to be productive I attempted to clean my room but got sidetracked by my kindle. When Monsoon got home, she decided to watch TV in my room until she got bored and went to play with Hurricane and Graceful in the trampoline.

Day 240: Rest Day

 

And I really do mean rest. I couldn't be stuffed doing anything. I coughed so much, I was even annoying myself. The only thing I did that was worthwhile was work on and update my lists.

The only chore I semi did, but I piked out halfway through was trying to find all the batteries for the tools so I could charge them up. I'll have to finish that task on a whole other day, because it isn't happening today.

Been reading some David Eddings. I love his Elenium and Tamuli series. I wish there had been more of them.

Day 239: Another Slow Day

 

Mum had to go for her dental appointment today. So, I killed two birds with one stone and made sure I dropped a load of stuff into the donation bins for the op-shop... 5 bags gone.

I came home and put on some pasta sauce. I made enough so we can freeze it in batches for future uses. Easier that way.

The pantry is annoying me, so I rearranged it again, and hopefully for the last time. I hate not being able to find things when I need them. I also hate it when people just shove things in and don't place them in their correct spots, and then they wonder why I get cranky at them.

I also managed to wash mum's bedding before I had to sit down and rest for the afternoon,

Day 238: Yep, Still Feeling Crappy.

 

I managed to get the groceries done but had to rest as soon as I got home. It wore me out. Is it my imagination or are we paying more for groceries and getting way less in our trolleys. It's going to get to the point where we're not going to be able to afford to feed ourselves. Maybe I'm just feeling grumpy because I'm a little under the weather. The worst part is my cough is coming back. my body just got over all the aches and soreness from the last bout of coughing and I can feel this time it's going to be just as bad.

I hope I'm the only one who gets sick if I do... it was hard when most of us in the house was down. at least I only have to worry about myself if it's just me. I'm dreading the whole being tired all the time, and out of breath whenever I have to do anything. Let's hope it doesn't last long.

Day 237: Little Things

 

I'm not feeling the best today... I have the shakes again and my head is fit to burst. I decided to really take it easy. I couldn't even read. I couldn't concentrate enough to do anything. I just can't seem to get comfortable in my own skin.

I mainly just made sure mum was okay and rested/napped. I didn't have enough energy to do anything else. Monsoon decided napping in bed with me and watching Wednesday and the Twirly Woos was a good thing for her to do as well... Oh to be three years old again.

Day 236: Slow Kind of Day

 

Started doing Graceful's bedroom. had to stop. made a quick trip to the cheap shop to buy organisational things like baskets etc to be able to put stuff in. She needs to have her life separated into four parts:

1) School

2) Dance

3) Jui Jitsu

4) Home

So, she needs to be able to access her uniforms for each with ease, and her normal clothes can't be mixed in. for a seven-year-old she is very pedantic. She likes things done a certain way. Poor kid gets it from me. It's only going to get worse with age...

Day 235: Massive Headache Today...But I...

 

We caught up on the washing today. That's the first thing that slides when you are sick all the time... and when there are three adults and three kids in the house. the washing builds up fast. Some of it was just washing stuff to be donated to the op-shop.

The guy across the road came and picked up the two not working washing machines... his dad scraps them. It saved us having to move them.

My daughter locked herself in her room and did her assignment to become a teacher's aide. I had all three girls. They were more a hinderance then a help. It seemed like every five minutes they were coming to me asking for something to eat because they were starving. Even the three cats seemed to follow me around all day and be underfoot whenever I tried to get anything done. If I sat down, I either had Monsoon or one of the cats on my lap.

I just had to suck it all up and try and get shit done.