I'm getting bedsores.
Have been trying to get some rest in order to get over a bad cold. But instead, I have been sitting up in bed for several hours, trying to stay on top of things. I did this on Monday too. Foolish, I know.
My arse is killing me.
Lying down now.
Just remembered something else I need to take care of. Must send comments on copy.
Done. Lying down again.
Damn. Forgot to reschedule the 12 meetings I should be in right now.
Taken care of. Lying down again.
Now the kids are coming in the front door. Is it 3:00 pm already?
They want to lie down with me. So do the cats. Multi-Species Fight Club ensues. Someone stands on my hair, cat's claw gets stuck in my arm, suddenly there is a knee in my eye.
I use reprehensible language.
Send kids down to the kitchen to eat cake. This will bite me in the ass later when they come back upstairs for Sugared-Up Fight Club.
Where's my mum? I need tucking in with a nice cup of tea and a hot water bottle.
I guess I have to accept what she knew all along.
Lying down is no longer an option.