My jaw and face have nearly healed. I am very grateful. I couldn't smile or laugh without it hurting.
I have been nursing some sort of stomach thing on and off for a few days. I don't know what it is- possibly my ulcer. I know, such a nice topic for a Sunday morning.
Speaking of nice- we have finally had a break in the weather. Yesterday, it was almost 50 degrees. We walked to the park and I finished a romance novel while the kids played on the swings and slides.
Today it is even warmer and sunny. I would like to say that I am going to get out an enjoy it, but I am not sure because of the nausea.
I have managed to continue working out. Yeah, me! I hope all of you that said you were going to try getting some exercise have managed to find time. I will admit that on the 3rd day, every time I had to sit down or stand up, I whimpered. My thighs were KILLING ME!!
I was hoping to get some early spring cleaning done. Well, not cleaning so much as organizing. I have a bunch of stuff that needs to move to the basement for storage. I would like to be able to actually look into a closet, see what I need and reach in to get it.
Right now the closet scenario goes something like this:
1. Try to figure out which of the 7 closets might be holding the desired item hostage.
2. Pick a closet, open the door and break into a flop sweat over the man-sized mountain of junk piled wily-nily within.
3. Begin digging for item.
4. Stuff falls on my head and back as I dig. Feel momentary panic that I might be buried alive in closet.
5. Say lots of bad words.
6. Start getting a little crazy and begin throwing EVERYTHING from the closet out onto the floor.
7. 45 minutes later realize that I chose the wrong closet to look in.
8. Dither for 2 hours (while recovering from earlier search) whether I really NEED the item.
9. Decide I need the item. Repeat steps 1-7.
10. Find the item, lying conspicuously in the open when I am searching for pain killers for strained back muscles.
11. Repeat step 5.
The thing is to get to the basement, you have to use stairs. I hate stairs. Or, more accurately my bum knee hates stairs. I also don't really care for my basement.
When I moved into this house, I had all sorts of grand illusions of making the basement in to a workout/ play room/ game room for all of us to enjoy. Then reality crashed the party- my remodeling budget consisted of $6 to spend at the local dollar store.
I spent the $6 on cigarettes and have mostly ignored the basement for 9 months.
Maybe I will take on the closets and the creepy basement (inconveniently located at the bottom of some stairs) next weekend.