There were pretty, pretty flowers brought home to me, for the record.
And no, I’m not feeling better. Am feeling much WORSE. I keep wondering how I’m going to do this Next Time, when I will have a small person running about needing things, in addition to a house to run and a job to do. HOW? I don’t know! Yesterday I spent four hours helping price and sort donated items for a garage sale fund raiser. The perks were being encouraged to take ALL of the baby-related items that I liked, and getting to spend time with my fabulous co-workers. The…un-perks (?) included having a strong vomiting reaction to what seemed to be an perfectly innoffensive (albeit ugly) comforter, and getting so tired that by the time I finally gave in and called Joey to pick me up (BEFORE anyone else left, and I got there two hours AFTER they started) all I could do was heave violently in his parents toilet and then dissolve into tears on their couch.
I hate not being able to do stuff!!!
But I have it on good authority that things will get better. And my mamma will be here soon! She and my baby (literally, she is three) sister are going to come stay with Joey’s parents until she has enough saved up from her new job to get their own place.
