Headache = Story Time

Bleh. Today is kind of kicking my butt. I have a very persistent headache that will not be swayed by ibuprofen, water, caffeine or online shoe shopping. Furthermore, these personal abdominal and lower backaches of the feminine persuasion are really beginning to put me in a foul mood, if you know what I mean.

Most of the time when I am not feeling well, I think I do a pretty good job working through it, but perhaps my confidence in this matter is actually delusional. Jason would know.

But now and then, a day like today comes along, and whatever is ailing me seems undefeatable. It's not just the physical irritation, but also my attitude that seems unconquerable. I feel defeated and uninspired, without even the drive to try and get past things and be my regular, productive self. The day slogs by as I wander about aimlessly, grudgingly checking off the bare minimal to-do's: brush teeth, dress, feed children, change diaper, do dishes, put load of laundry in, sit and moan, wonder what else I was going to do, feed children, etc, etc.

The only good that comes from these days is that in between those tasks, I spend a lot of time with the kids. In procrastination of working on the many other things that I should be, I end up crawling on the floor more with Veronica, admiring all of the details in the boys' latest built creations and snuggling on the couch, reading stories to all of them.

While these are not major accomplishments and definitely not how I had intended to spend the day, it is good enough for today. In fact, it's more than good enough. It's just right.