It’s been a funny old weekend and if I’m honest it seems to
have gone on forever. Probably because we’ve done a whole heap of nothing,
which hasn’t helped my lethargic mood in the slightest.
I want to be one of those people who wake up in the morning with
bundles of energy, plans and mental to do lists. But I’m not and never have
been. I probably have chronic illness to thank for that one but god what I’d give
to just start one day in the right frame of mind these days. It’s been so long.
To cut a long story short I woke up yesterday morning
feeling like I’d been hit by a truck and I knew a migraine attack was coming.
Thankfully a strong coffee and painkillers kept the throbbing at bay but I was
left walking around with one of those persistently dull headaches, the
metaphorical grey cloud following me around and the mood for the day was pretty
much set after that.
The day continued in the same vein when late afternoon
Archer encountered his first egg head accident. You know them right? The bump
on the head that swells to the size of an egg and looks so much more scary than
it actually probably is. He was having a tantrum because I wouldn’t pick him up
and flung himself backwards like the sassy diva he is, hitting the back of his
head on the stone fireplace in the process. So of course we couldn’t risk it and
had to take him to the out of hours practice. And of course we were stuck in that awful
germ ridden waiting room for hours. And of course, he was fine! But it really did
just sum the day up.
Today I’ve woken up in pretty much the same mood and with
the same pounding head. We’ve had a lazy morning, even though we have a million
and one boring things to do like grocery shopping and a charity shop run. Oh
and a trip to the tip. I’m putting it all off because I quite frankly can’t be arsed. We’ll
probably go when Archers up from his nap.
Or maybe we wont.
Maybe we’ll put it off some more.
Lily’s spent the morning writing in the writing book she’s
been given at nursery to take home and practise with. It’s adorable how
seriously she takes it. We all need a bit of her enthusiasm I reckon. Archer's been whining and clinging to me like a limpet, getting frustrated at every little thing. I'd say its because of his sore head but really I don't think its actually bothering him at all anymore. I think he's just teething. and just generally grumpy, a bit like his mum.
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