I've always wanted a guilt-free chance to be at home, free to read, surf the internet, and do whatever, while everyone else was at school or work.
On a normal day, I could easily lose an hour after the kids leave for school (when I'm supposed to be getting ready for work) by reading email or posting on message boards. And wish I had more time.
Well, I've got it.
I've been home for 4 days now, and today everyone was out of the house.
....tapping fingers......whistling.....twiddling thumbs....twirling hair......
Okay, I'm bored. I've walked around the block about a dozen times. I've read a few books, watched a few movies, plowed through a dozen or so gossip/fashion/decorating magazines. And read all of my favorite blogs. The message boards are slow and I've already googled a bazillion random things.
It's hard to remember to not reach/pull/push/lean/lift/stretch/bend over. Those are things you do several dozen times a day. Day? Heck. Several times in a hour.
At least.
Just try to brush your teeth/get a glass from the cupboard/pick up a dropped slip of paper/put in a hairclip/put a casserole in the oven/leash and unleash the dog/get something from your closet, or any of a dozen other mundane, simple tasks without raising your arms or pushing and pulling. It's. just.not.easy.
It's easy to remember to stay away from heavy stuff. It's the small gestures that are hard to curb. But important so as to not pull the stitches. ouch.
It's also hard to not be able to drive. It doesn't matter that I don't need anything or need to go anywhere. It's the fact that I *can't.
Grrrrr.
Catch you later. I might as well go to bed.
Oh, there I am.
1 week ago
