I’ve tried to write a couple of blog entries recently, but just can’t seem to get them going.
Not that I have anything at all profound or particularly interesting to say, but it would be nice to be able to string a few words together coherently.
I’ll be back when the connection between my brain and my fingers is working again.
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I’m pretty sure there’s only one of me here.
I slept badly last night and consequently I am in a vaguely irritated state today. Little things are bugging me. My skin itches. The neck of my tshirt is too tight. My tinnitus is annoying. My hair bothers me where it touches my neck.
I have no idea why I had trouble sleeping. I woke to go to the toilet, which is a regular occurrence these days and not usually enough to ruin the night’s sleep, but then I just couldn’t settle again. If I lay on my right side the baby did her tap dancing practice and if I lay on my left something else bothered me, but I can’t remember what now. When I lay on my back I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
Small, unimportant things kept my brain humming. Was it raining outside, or was that just the wind? Was there washing on the line that needed to come in? How would I fix the problem with the band on the jacket I’m knitting for the baby? What should I knit for her next? Should I knit something for Finn so that he doesn’t feel left out? Should I knit something for Mark? Why the hell couldn’t I just go to sleep?
As a result today is the kind of day where small things will cause teeth grinding frustration, medium sized things will lead to tears and big things are just too frightening to contemplate. I will keep my targets small and simple and hope the day passes without incident. Towels and sheets will get washed. The kitchen benches might get wiped. I won’t look at the baby jacket until tomorrow. If I do knit, I might start on a nice, simple dishcloth that matters not at all.
I’m recently returned from a day out shopping - well more like a couple of hours - with The Mavis and I am pooped!
We went over to DFO and shopped until we dropped. This doesn’t take very long these days, given that The Mavis is old and I am pregnant, but it was long enough.
We bought quite a few bits and pieces for the baby - some pink and all pretty - a couple of things for Finn so that he doesn’t feel left out and a couple of skirts and a pair of linen pants for me (not maternity wear, but elastic waisted). We didn’t discuss the name thing much, which was good as it might have soured things a bit and we generally had a lovely time together. On a good day, which today was, The Mavis and I make a good combination.
I left my folks as they were drifting off for their afternoon snooze. If I’d stayed a minute longer I might have joined them. Now I think I might plop myself on the couch and find some mindless telly to watch until my boys get home.
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