I didn't get up today. Well, I did a bit, but I went back to be in bed. Every cell in me is telling me I should be living in bed at the moment. Like It's a liferaft. Pack the kids in, snacks, liquids, reading material (...internet) and off we go. Disembark at your own risk.
I should have gone for a brisk walk today. To work off the cookie dough. I may yet. But instead, I sat and sat some more. Believe me, I know: I bitch and whinge self-pityingly, but I know I have no one to blame for this fat ass but myself. And my genes of course. Damn you, granny!
Yesterday I roused myself and drove into the depths of Wicklow (well... Rathdrum) to see my godmother. The mountains and fields around were snow covered, and the sun was slanting hazily down into the bowl they formed, and I couldn't gaze enough. And while there we walked through the garden looking at pheasant and deer tracks, and a cock pheasant scooted away into the woods, leaving tracks across the frozen pond. And the kids went crunchcrunchcrunch on the frozen snow, and driving home the fog fell and we drove in a misty bubble, a few feet of snowy field visible beyond the hedges on either side of the road, and lit road lights glowing red in the blue fog. It was weird, and dreamlike, and made me feel alarmingly sleepy.
Good thing: I made cookies for my godfather, who suffers in a family who eschew desserts.
Bad thing: He'd gone to Haiti, as his brother who works there is missing. No need to elaborate on the horribleness of this. Find your local charity, send something, maybe?
Good thing: Cassia's godmother, daughter of my godmother (complex, eh? Like opposite mirrors) gave Cassia Little House in the Big Woods for Christmas, so I'm hoping it will ignite her interest, because I'm SO looking forward to reading it to her. Thanks!!
Good thing: went shopping the day before and got a perfect bag, for 15 euro (heh, just wrote eiro) down from 51 and gorgeous purple Gap jumper for surprise half price. Ahhh, bargains.
Bad thing: no boots, and Axel's broken toe was painful from all the shopping... oops, kind of forgot about that. You know, in all the shop lust.
Good thing: M&S stripey tights, most comfiest best fitting tights ever. And stripey!
I had lots more goodthingsbadthings but that was yesterday and I've forgotten.
7 comments:
good thing: this blog.
bad thing: post over.
I want stripey tights. Really, really badly. Stay in bed.
Ooo, Ms Moon, I would love to send you some of these. Small or medium?? They're so good! Let me be the hose fairy, please!
I took my daughter to the creche and then I went to sleep for FOUR hours today. Hibernation is hip!
I love M&S tights. Love. But they don't have shops in Belgium any more. And I'm going to the sales tomorrow!!!
the time is now 19:32
I left my bedroom for approximately two hours today. One of those hours I spent in the bath. I miss my lover and I'm stressed and I have spots. Moping is, on some weird level, kind of delicious. Like when you have a sore spot in your mouth and you can't stop tongueing it.
I'm so with you, DL. Having kids is style cramping though, when it comes to loafing.
Or at least, it should be...
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