I hate a sick day that's spent sick.
May. 11th, 2009 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snaplesWell this was an awfully horrible day. People, I don’t know how many of you have suffered from food poisoning, but my husband and I went through this predominantly nasty affliction today. While it wasn’t a grade 10 illness, we are left weakened and incoherent by a day of doing absofuckinglutely nothing. I cannot stress this enough; me and couch-potatoing do not mesh. So on top of trying to keep whatever crumb of food I’ve managed to eat against my will down in my stomach, I’ve also had to deal with the fact I couldn’t stand up without needing to sit down one minute later. It’s the restless ‘wanting-to-take-advantage-of-a-day-off-to-do-everything-I-didn’t-manage-to-do-during-the-weekend-but-feeling-too-bloody-tired-to-do-it’ feeling that gets me.
Thankfully, mini-Snaples was not affected and enjoyed his time at daycare while his daddy and mommy groaned and moaned and whined … with nothing pleasurable to show for it.
It did, however, give me ample opportunity to finish Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and realizing with emerging disappointment how awfully boring the book is until the last eighth of the story.
However, now that my Harry Potter fix is satisfied, I can focus on writing. And drawing. And acquiring new reading material. The husband is still trying to get me to read Eragon, and while I manage over and over to read the first chapters with sparkling enthusiasm, my excitement suddenly drops to a dead halt and I push it aside for other material. I wonder why that is.
Thankfully, mini-Snaples was not affected and enjoyed his time at daycare while his daddy and mommy groaned and moaned and whined … with nothing pleasurable to show for it.
It did, however, give me ample opportunity to finish Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and realizing with emerging disappointment how awfully boring the book is until the last eighth of the story.
However, now that my Harry Potter fix is satisfied, I can focus on writing. And drawing. And acquiring new reading material. The husband is still trying to get me to read Eragon, and while I manage over and over to read the first chapters with sparkling enthusiasm, my excitement suddenly drops to a dead halt and I push it aside for other material. I wonder why that is.
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Date: 2009-05-12 11:13 pm (UTC)Mini-Snaples is almost three years old. Mind you, if I had a boy, I always thought I would have a mini-Severus running around, but so far he's proving to be a stubborn and reckless Gryffindor. There are moments of quiet Slytherin observation, however. ;)
On the subject of Eragon: that could well be the culprit indeed!
And argh! No more mention of camping! Ugh, what a waste. *sigh*