I woke up yesterday morning with an unfamiliar feeling. I had ... something ... that I hadn't had in awhile. I got up and fed the kids. I fed myself. and not just by foraging for food in the pantry, either, I did this thing where I sliced fruit and toasted wheat bread. It was amazing. Is this how we used to live? I can hardly remember.
after that I was still feeling that weird feeling, so instead of falling on the couch inert, I read to my kids. Outloud. With my raspy, squeaky non-voice, and we all thought it was hilarious. We laughed, our laughter rusty with disuse. it scared Ivy, who wasn't sure what that sound was, but after we sorted it out, oh, how we laughed.
And THEN! after that! I did that thing that people do, you know that thing where they clean themselves? In, like, a shower? And this is the best part: after I was finished, I put on clothes, actual clothes that I hadn't slept in. then I did the same to my kids. "why aren't we wearing Pajamas today, Mom?" they wanted to know, but at that point the strange feeling had vanished and I couldn't answer. Why were we wearing clothes? Was there a point? also, who am I?
So after that I took a nap.
but still.
I guess this means I'm not going to die after all.
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Phew.
I am so glad you are back to blogging, I have missed you so. I wish I lived closer, I would have brought you some wonderful homemade chicken soup.
I wish you lived closer, too, that sounds delicious.
oh my. I had no idea you were sick also!
I'm soooo0ooo0oooo0 glad you are on the mend!!!!!!! We have been praying hard for that!!! LOVE YOU!!!
hmmmm... so if we live like this when I am not sick.... is that bad..? You have such a way of putting things. It is like reading my life, but funny and well written.
why do we wear normal clothes? good question.
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