20 January 2011
firing on two cylinders.
some days it's just plain hard to function properly.
especially when the day starts with my ten year old moaning softly in the bathroom at the crack of 4am, his head and abdomen ganging up to engulf him in one monstrous ache.
being the mother in this equation, i got up and walked the halls all squinty-like, partially because i left my glasses on the nightstand and mostly because the light was being rude to my eyeballs. i fetched a blessedly dim nightlight and smoothed layers of blankets on the bathroom floor, talked quiet and tucked zee in and thought vaguely that it was nice to still be needed, though perhaps not quite at this hour.
zee, of course, experienced a miraculous and full recovery by school time. me, not so much.
fast forward to right now, where my face is pufferfishish and i can barely keep my lids parted and up there in my frontal lobe i'm pretty sure my neurons are clean out of ammunition. [case in point: i just found a plate in my bedroom that was meant for the dishwasher.]
i forget where i was going with this.
anyhow, it's been snowing steadily in a powdered-sugar sort of way. makes me want to go out and twirl around and tip my mouth to catch a dusting, except that also it is cold out there, so never mind.
but good news. elle, who has not inherited my wimpy gene, was happy to go in my stead.
and now she is waiting for me to play a game with her, and the boys need homework checked, and dinner is clamoring to be made.
send in the reinforcements.