1:48 p.m. - 2008-05-21
shirking duties
I should be upstairs playing with the baby. But she's safe (if probably desperately unhappy) in her crib, so here I am.
I know I should do a major update, but... the juices aren't flowing. Probably because I'm feeling guilty for abandoning the baby upstairs.
--Just checked. Baby is asleep. Also, I've finished unloading the dishwasher and started another load of laundry. (I folded the last load at the beginning of naptime. Much easier to make sure they're napping when one is right there.)
So--guilt free Peggey!!
Unfortunately not "pain-free" Peggey. The nagging injuries of days gone by, perpetually aggrivated by lifting heavy children, are not helped by this indecisive weather. Yes, the barometric pressure (or something) is fluxuating so much that my shin hurts. (You know, where I almost broke my leg bailing out of an out-of-control tobboggan my senior year of college? That shin injury.) So if my second oldest injury is aching, you can imagine the field day the rest of them are having.
I'd take some non-asprin muscle relaxing pain relievers, but my favorite causes ulcers. My job grants me enough stomach issues: I don't need more. Of course, my job also means I should not enjoy the liquid (aka "old school") pain relievers, either. We shall see what wins out: my desire to live up to societies' standards or my desire to feel less of a pain in the shoulder, elbow, wrist, shin, back, and--oh, wait, yes--neck. The beer is sounding mighty good right now....
Ten weeks, one day. This countdown until my last day of day-caring reminds me of my countdown to childbirth. As long as I don't end up in the hospital this time....
"What are you doing for Memorial Day Weekend?" I'm going to a children's worship seminar at the ancestral church. No beer-laden barbecues, no trips to amusement parks for this redhead. No, just a weekend out of town--away from my family--to learn story telling techniques. I'll probably squeak in a visit to dead relatives on the side, since the cemetery sits on the other side of the parking lot. Now that I think on it, it sounds quite restful. I just need to find time to pack.
I can't pack Thursday night--I have rehearsal! Oh, yes, my friends, I have a show. As stage crew, but that's fine. Given that the show is one I did in college, I'm looking forward to being backstage for it. The walk I take down memory lane at each rehearsal I see makes me astonishingly happy. Surprising, since the script was dated back then. Still, a sweet play, and I'm looking forward to working it. It opens next weekend. Think good theatre thoughts, people!
Right now, though, I'm going to find some chocolate, marshmallows and graham crackers. Peggey Needs S'mores!
