So how do you make yourself do the things you really hate to do, but have to get done - at home or work?
Sit around and not do it, but feel really guilty about it.
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So how do you make yourself do the things you really hate to do, but have to get done - at home or work?
Sit around and not do it, but feel really guilty about it.
I am tommyrot.
I am tommyrot.I would be, but I am mostly over that whole guilt thing.
Sit around and not do it, but feel really guilty about it.
sits in this corner, doesn't straighten up on the way there
If someone could tell me what to do with the stack of clothes that do not fit, but one day might, so I don't want to get rid of them...that'd help.
I already have so many stacks/bags of clothes. Goodwill, urgent mending, mending, dry cleaning...the room is looking poor.
Or I could watch Heroes.
Oh. Watch Heroes.
Well, fuck. Poor Matilda has been screaming and weeping on and off for the last hour and 25 minutes. She's no longer running a fever from the shots yesterday, but I gave her a dose of baby Motrin anyway, hoping it'd help her mellow out and sleep. No help at all. She's also gone through five diapers in that period of time.
She has just now cried herself to sleep. Absent any other obvious cause, I have to blame the Thai green curry I made yesterday -- had it a bunch of times during the pregnancy so I thought it'd be safe, but apparently not. I hope Hec likes it.
I feel ravaged and heartbroken for her, and just wrecked for myself. And my ears are actually literally ringing.
Sorry to be such a whiny cow. I do truly swear that she's hugely worth it, that she's sweet and interesting and deeply lovable and the best thing I've ever done. But I'm just fucking exhausted, and the day's barely half over.
Aww. {{JZ}} {{Matilda}}
Put clothes that do not fit but someday might into a storage box of some sort, and throw a pretty cloth over the box so it looks like a table. Or shove it in an attic if you have an attic. Which is my plan, as soon as I have a ladder with which to reach said attic.
I don't know how regular migraineurs manage. I get one maybe two a month and they are not even that much pain, objectively, but I just can not do anything at all. Remaining upright is a serious challenge. Y'all have so much respect from me for doing normal life stuff while suffering.
{{{JZ}}} You are not a whiny cow. It's very difficult to have a baby cry and not be able to comfort them.