So here's the scoop:
This is day 3 of 7 in which I explain the suprising benefits of not being a mom (in our case not by choice).
And I am zonked out. ZONKED!!!! As I may have mentioned on Day 2, I threw my already injured back into some weird spasm. As a result I have resorted to fairly strong pain medication and have been in a floaty, spacey, zone for the past 3 days.
So let's start there. If I had a child (of any age), my mental state could be dangerous. There is no way I could take care of a child who needs physical care and I would probably be the worst (or from a teen's perspective BEST) judge of what would be a safe, reasonable outing/curfew/etc. for a more independent child.
Today I spent the day watching corny television shows on Netflix on Sariel's android tablet, drifting in and out of sleep. When I eventually stirred long enough to get myself off the bed and went through the HUGE task of making coffee, I decided to take a good long soak in the tub. Did you hear that? A GOOD, LONG SOAK. Nobody knocking on the door, nobody jumping in with me, nobody nothing. Just me, my smelly bath stuff, my deep, deep tub and a good book. Sigh.
Tonight, we head out for a weekend long road trip when Sariel returns home from work....but that's for another post!
peace
shlomit
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