This is what infuriates me about this disease. Exactly one week ago (well, one week and a day..ok it was Halloween for crying out loud people!) I was hitting school parties and then that night the hubs and I took all three of them trick-or-treating and I was the one that the kids had to say "Mommmm, it's time to goooo!"
Then exactly one week ago (and yes I do mean exactly one week, wait..today is Saturday right?) I was baking a cake and getting ready for a date with a hot guy for our 9th anniversary. We went to dinner and talked and it was all wonderful.
And this week?
I seem to be starting another flare up. My speech is slurred and I stutter a lot and I'm exhausted and my balance is way off (and by way off, I mean that when I think I'm standing up, I'm actually not). I've basically slept for the last three days straight. Luckily, the wee man is a great napper and stayed right beside me. And now the hubs and my mom are here for reinforcements.
I just hate being like this. The hubs keeps doing the laundry (which is really a wonderful thing or we would all be naked) but then he dumps the baskets out into a chair in the living room/our temporary bedroom and it becomes the Mountain of Doom. It's my Mt. Everest if you will.
I know that I'm lucky that he even does the laundry but would it kill him to fold something now and then?Oh, right, "Real men never fold laundry!"
So, here I am, stuck in bed, feeling like crap, and Mt. Everest is slowly growing up in front of me.
Imagine this but made out of laundry. Oh, and without the snow of course.
What to do..what to do...
For now, I think I will just pull the covers up over my eyes and go back to sleep. Everest will always be there when I wake up I'm sure.