I promise not to erase this
There is a lot to do around the house. Finish taking down the Christmas tree is probably number one, Hayden really enjoys having it lit up, you can see the wonder in his eyes, adorable, but we had to explain over and over why it had to come down. I think he has started to think it's a permanent installation in the house... in fact, I'm beginning to feel that way too!
I don't know why I can't get out of bed... it's not that I'm really even exhausted or anything, it just kinda hurts to get up. Like I'm literally strapped down to the mattress and I haven't the strength to break free. It's silly because it hurts even more to sleep all day with backaches and weird waking dreams that make my head pound. The sleep begets sleep and the more cranky it makes me and the less productive my days. I even woke up at 11am today feeling relieved that I hadn't wasted the whole day in bed, only to fall back asleep and arise at 2pm. *sigh* depressing. Though, I'm sure that I am just preaching to the choir, right?
This sports bra is too tight, I can barely breathe and I look strangely disproportioned. However, I do like the support. I don't know why I bought a 32. I'm a 34, my rib cage is just not as small as it used to be, I'm probably even up to a 36 by now. I have this weird quirk of always going one off of what I should. And I meant that metaphorically too. I bought the 32 because I wanted it to be tight, but the size that fits me was designed to be tight anyway, so why do i push it? Like... I know I'll like the turkey sandwhich, so why did I get the roast vegetable? Which in turn was very gross and I just had to eat it. Maybe I don't want to be predictable, maybe I want to try new things, maybe I just can't settle on anything.
Well, you can all imagine how much housework I am putting off right now if I have gone to the lengths of updating my lj to distract myself. Like Catherine said... once begun, nearly done. Right?
I don't know why I can't get out of bed... it's not that I'm really even exhausted or anything, it just kinda hurts to get up. Like I'm literally strapped down to the mattress and I haven't the strength to break free. It's silly because it hurts even more to sleep all day with backaches and weird waking dreams that make my head pound. The sleep begets sleep and the more cranky it makes me and the less productive my days. I even woke up at 11am today feeling relieved that I hadn't wasted the whole day in bed, only to fall back asleep and arise at 2pm. *sigh* depressing. Though, I'm sure that I am just preaching to the choir, right?
This sports bra is too tight, I can barely breathe and I look strangely disproportioned. However, I do like the support. I don't know why I bought a 32. I'm a 34, my rib cage is just not as small as it used to be, I'm probably even up to a 36 by now. I have this weird quirk of always going one off of what I should. And I meant that metaphorically too. I bought the 32 because I wanted it to be tight, but the size that fits me was designed to be tight anyway, so why do i push it? Like... I know I'll like the turkey sandwhich, so why did I get the roast vegetable? Which in turn was very gross and I just had to eat it. Maybe I don't want to be predictable, maybe I want to try new things, maybe I just can't settle on anything.
Well, you can all imagine how much housework I am putting off right now if I have gone to the lengths of updating my lj to distract myself. Like Catherine said... once begun, nearly done. Right?