Then I had some stomach and probably gall-bladder stuff Thursday and Friday - I didn't have big plans anyway, but I definitely planned to do something a little more productive than feeling barfy and pain-stricken, sitting in my chair crying and then sleeping most of Friday. Although as sick naps go, it was actually a stellar example.
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Eve came in and cuddled with me this morning while we listened to The Vinyl Cafe, but it wasn't funny enough for her, so she kept talking, while I was trying to bask in the heartwarming whimsicality of Dave and his friend Henry. But was nice to talk with her anyway, and she told me a joke: "Why did the chicken cross the road?" "Why?" "To see the nice mother. Knock knock." "Who's there?" "The chicken! Get it?"
I got up and showered and went to fold the laundry and found another empty Blistex in the basket, which meant Angus had thrown in his pants with chapstick in the pockets AGAIN, and it was pouring rain, and everything hurt, and the day just felt like sandpaper on dry skin. Matt told me I should just relax and read, but I did that yesterday, so I took some Advil and decided to go grocery shopping, and then even if I was still in a bitchy mood at least we'd have milk and bread and lunch stuff. On a whim, I asked Eve if she wanted to come, and she said yes.
We took the golf umbrella. We splashed in puddles. She took advantage of the Associated Privileges of Accompanying the Grocery Shopping Parent (got to buy cookies and pick out her favourite shampoo). I saw yet another person that I knew I knew, and we said hi, how are you, doesn't this weather suck donkey balls, and then the woman walked away and Eve said "who was that?" and I said "I have NO idea" - this is happening with distressing frequency lately. I said we needed coconut milk and she asked if that meant coconuts were mammals. It was more fun than grocery shopping alone. I told her, no matter what, not to let me go through the self checkout station. She said she would push the cart back to the truck while I held the umbrella, and then sang the Wonder Pets "teamwork" song.
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So yeah. I really need to make a doctor's appointment. But in the meantime, my family is a pretty decent placebo.