I probably shouldn’t be typing this. It hurts to type this. It hurts to sit here. Today, the sun hurt, my car seat that usually doesn’t bother me hurt, eating hurts, reading to my daughter hurts, my clothes hurt, my bra hurts, my daughter’s hair brushing against my arm hurts and my daughter’s soft skin against my arm hurts. Everything hurts. We have a chance for storms tonight, and it is supposed to get a little cooler over the next couple of days. I want it to be cooler, but not at the expense of my body.
I’m so tired but I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep with this much pain and discomfort. I’m glad I got a little laundry done earlier before this hit. The breeze coming in the window feels good, but it makes my bones hurt. I’m under the softest blanket we own, I have on a soft shirt and shorts, inside-out and the cloth burns against my skin. It’s like I have a sunburn, but I don’t. I did get a little sun this weekend and at my son’s cross-country meet on Tuesday. I’ve run myself ragged this week with getting the kids to school, to practice and home. My floor has been sticky for over a week and it is just getting worse, but there is no way I can do anything about it with how I feel. Sink is full of dishes, entire bathroom needs scrubbing, still have to finish the laundry I started and Emma has toys from one end of the house to the other. I need a Fairy-Maid Mother.
My Katie’s first volleyball game is tomorrow at one. I won’t be able to do anything else before or after if I still feel like this tomorrow. I’m going to meditate and hopefully that will help.