Meh Monday

I am just now pulling myself up and out of a shite weekend. Two things collided to wreak havoc on me.

1. Raging UTI.
2. Hubby gone fishing for the weekend.

It felt like all I did was drag myself from one room to another. And all I wanted to do was be home alone with a stack of VHS movies, a bedpan, and my antibiotics. Blech. By Saturday night I was in much less pain, but until like, tonight, I have had that all over crappy feeling. Breaking out in a cold sweat just coming up a flight of stairs feeling. Don't look in the mirror or you will turn into stone feeling.

And that little funky thing going on with my van got worse. So now my car is in the shop. Hoping it is nothing that costs too much. But what do I know. I know that I am housebound. Which has been okay cause I havent felt like going anywhere but by tomorrow.... It gets a little longofaday here with four kids (babysitting my neice for a couple of weeks.). Even a little one hour excursion to McD's for a cone can make all the difference.

Having a UTI sucks. Not to go on about my lady business, but after I had Sam, I had one for like two months that would not go away. And it was such a hard time for me. I had just had this kid, the birth was a train wreck, I was in a tiny cottage in Nova Scotia with no family around, we had no money (ate lots of potatoes with salt and cheap margarine, phone got cut off at one point because we couldn't pay the bill), and I was a sick, emotional basket case.

So having those same physical feelings brought on a kind of retro-active funk for me. I just felt kind of hollow inside and anxious and restless. Today is mucho better in that way, thank God it didn't last too long.

And now, mes amis, it is 20 minutes after seven which means that I can get one kidlet down, one ready to get down, and one on the couch being quiet watching a rerun of "The Wonder Years". Yes, Jay has night school. But it is HIS LAST CLASS. At least until September.

A.