Father-in-law to the rescue!
Last Wednesday I wasn’t sure if Gracie’s morning violin class ended that day or if she had another week left so I told my father-in-law that we might not need him anymore this year. He said that he’d come anyway to walk the kids to school but since we hadn’t talked about it since, it slipped my mind and I wouldn’t have been mad had he not showed up. Thank God he did. I am so fucking exhausted.
I thought I’d be a rebel last night and just go straight to bed. No meds, no mask, nothing. Straight to bed. I was tired and the bedtime ritual was something I wasn’t interested in. Well, much like a person my age trying to relive their glory days of drunken debauchery, I woke this morning paying the price. It seems even wearing the mask for a few hours makes a difference and instead of simply feeling really tired, I’m so tired that I’d give anything to go back to bed right now. I’d wear Crocs and clean a toilet if it meant I could get some sleep. The meds I’ll just take in a few minutes. That’s not a big deal.
I think I’m going to get dressed, grab Iz and have some breakfast at Charly’s. I think a bottomless cuppa and some homemade blueberry pancakes might make me feel better. Or maybe the Havarti omelet?
Ciao, plebs–I’m off to eat.
