I spent almost all of Friday night yarfing, so I’m thinking there might have been a bug crawling around LB’s daycare after all. It took me all Saturday to regain my strength, which sort of sent me into a mini-panic about my move in 11 days.
I came to this conclusion:
I can NEVER get sick. I can NEVER get hurt. I can NEVER do anything that will result in me passing out/being incapacitated in any way.
Why? Because I will be the only one there. Who will be able to watch LB, if I’m bowing down to the toilet all day or night? What will happen to her if I fall down the stairs and break my neck? What if I choke on a ham sandwich, who will be there to give me the Heimlich? No one.
As much as I am ready to get the hell out of my mother’s house, I must admit she is currently my safety blanket in case of emergency. If I hadn’t gotten a full day worth of rest on Saturday, I don’t know if I would have made it into to work today. If my mom hadn’t been there to watch LB, I would probably have lost an 8 hr workday so I could power-up for the rest of the week.
Don’t get me wrong. I am a competent and strong single mama. I know I can handle taking care of my child while running my own apartment. I just really need to step it up and take care of myself better (Which I think I have a head start on with the workout tree). I need to start taking vitamins, eating healthier and cut back on the wine drinkage. I know this won’t guarantee my perfect health, but it will make this soon-to-be dark, dark winter season, a little less scary.
The scale said 153.4 this morning! I guess the pukefest took its toll on mi cuerpo pretty good 😦