Things haven’t improved much around here. I cannot remember the last time I was this sick. Each breath burns my lungs. Today when I gently blew my nose the room started spinning. AND IT DIDN'T STOP FOR QUITE SOME TIME.
I've not much of an appetite, and even when I do eat, food just does not taste good. I thought I was feeling better because I started to have cravings, you know, the kind when you’re preggo? I absolutely needed to have (and still do) spaghetti with meat sauce from either the local Greek Family Restaurant (you know those types, right?) or from Bravo. Either one will suffice. I mustered the energy to cook yesterday. Cooking involves several breaks. Rest stops. Pit stops. Time outs. You know, stuff like that. Once my energy levels come back up, I resume. But that leaves little or no energy for clean up, not my own, not Oliver’s. What I really need is a mom here for a few days.
OK, back to food. I made this amazing meat sauce, from scratch mind you. Tomato sauce, plain, no seasonings. I added my own. Grass-fed beef. Veggies. Made a special trip to the store (see below) just to get a green pepper because I just HAD to have a green pepper in it. I had red in the house. But I needed green. Once it was all done.... nothing but disappointment. I should have just headed to Bravo’s or Omega's.
I've had a hankering for green tea and have drank at least a gallon of it or more and quickly depleted my resources. Wouldn't you know, the one time I tried to head out to the store in my 5-days of sweats and fleece jacket finery, I run into people I know. Can't even remember the last time I brushed my hair. It hurts too much. I look so lovely.
I finally called uncle and asked my friend Deb to take Oliver for the day yesterday. Away with the pleasantries, the conversation went something like this:
Hey Hi! (happy to hear from me.)
How's it going?
Crazy. Just trying to sort thru 1000's of girl scout cookies, round two. I'm in my garage. You know, they really tried to make it easier for us this year by shaving 2 weeks off this, and yeah, it helps but there's a lot of shit to get thru. (We don't mince words.) How are you?
Yeah, that's goin' around. Melissa was sick for weeks, missed 10 days of school.
Holy Crap!! TEN days? (Hoping that's not my fate as well.)
Thank god for Deb. She even did a couple loads of wash for us too. Oliver’s father was not able to take him, and the poor kid and I could not do any of the things we normally do together. I never realized how much we kiss and cuddle. There's been none of that going on. Plus no playing. I have been sleeping most of the time. Oliver's been able to occupy himself, thank goodness. I can hear him ever-so-slightly. He's watched Charlie and Lola so many times that I've caught hints of a British accent with every request he's made lately.
Charlie and Lola TV show is based off Lauren Child’s books, the most famous is: I Will Not Ever Never Eat a Tomato
I'm sharing my very favorite Charlie and Lola episode. But first, here's little background info that will help explain one tiny yelp Lola makes when she's searching for her shoes in the fridge: Lola does not like tomatoes, if you haven’t already guessed. Watch for the yelp.
Any woman who loves shoes should be able to relate to this video below. Enjoy.
Oh, and wish me a speedy recovery. I mean really. I've been in bed for a full 7 days now. And time to take another nap.