I stayed up late last night, baking mediocre cookies and building a gingerbread house.
I was so tired.
I didn’t want to bake cookes. I wanted to have cookies for today’s monthly poly potluck, which was a holiday cookie exchange, but I am not a baker.
I should stick with what I know. I should have just bought some amazing bakery cookies and put pretty bows on them.
The gingerbread house, was an obligatory holiday thing I needed to do for the kids. It came from a kit, and it wasn’t a big deal, really, but I had promised the kids we would do the decorating today, and I wanted the house to dry overnight. So I did it.
When I woke up this morning, my throat was hurting, along with everything else. I was tired and a little weepy. Special Man Friend suggested I stay home from the potluck. It was such a relief. I had a running list in my head of other things that needed to be done. Leo needed a book from the library for a book report and new shoes for his band concert this week. Georgia needed patches sewn on her Girl Scout sash. The gingerbread house needed it’s candy decor, and it’s Necco wafer roof. There’s laundry, and a clogged bathtub drain, and I’m back to work tomorrow night and Georgia needs a blood draw and prescriptions picked up and I’m nowhere near ready for Christmas, and I’m trying to keep my head above water, but it feels like I’m drowning.
Just like almost every other single mother out there. This isn’t a poly thing. It’s a me thing.
SMF stopped by just little while ago and brought me cookies. Special flourless peanut butter cookies, because he knows I love them and too much flour makes me feel sick. He’s having his own stress, and wants to withdraw. He says I’m pretty good at not letting him though.
“Oh yeah?” I said. “That’s just because I kick my feet and throw a fit if you do.”
“That’s not a bad thing, Love,” he said.
So today I got a few things done, and left a few for tomorrow. I made an easy dinner of breakfast burritos, watched a distracting show (*”Helix”*, a series from SYFY that is available on Netflix, two thumbs up for solid entertainment), and I’m almost done with the Girl Scout sash,
(Here’s to small victories.)
4 thoughts on “~Cookies~”
It sounds like you are hanging in there the best you can. If I were there I would surely offer my help. Sending hugs and love.
Yeah. There are not enough hours. *hug*
I need to learn to ask for practical help more often. I need to rethink some of my priorities. Of course everything goes out the window when your body doesn’t feel good… so I should probably figure out what’s up physically first.
Its a skill for sure