Not feeling so swell
My day has been slow and tedious. Everything takes twice as long to do. Work, cooking, cleaning etc. Loads of stuff I don’t even bother doing any longer. The wash is still in the washing machine since yesterday. I haven’t put a new cover on the bed since Cecile had her accident (at least I took the old one off). I don’t get dressed anymore unless I have to. Tonight I even cancelled our neighbours coming over for gluhwein. I don’t want anyone to see me in my sorry state. I want to remain glamorous, but that fell by the wayside about four months ago.
After cooking meatballs for Victoria’s school dinner tomorrow, I’m busted. I’m close to tears (again!) and also managed with the feat of ordering sushi, the wrong kind, and not getting anything for Reinout. He is less than amused. But he is turning out to be a real rock for me, and gives me a hug with a marching order to have a bath. I cannot other than agree.
I’m just about to post this entry and slip into the bath when the neighours appears! But I left a voicemail I proclaim. It feels like my heart is stuck in my head. It’s banging and I can hear the beat. I have to get some time for myself, so I ignore the guests and get prepared for my bath. Nothing is going to stop me now!!
A hot bath is the remedy
