Things are much better this week. I'm still broke, but so is everyone else in the country and I admit I like to avoid my misery getting lonely. The left-sided ataxia has let up and I actually had a few days at work that didn't suck ass. I'm on day 2 of a 3 day stretch of no work, and I allowed myself the luxury or sleeping all day after I took the kids to school. It was blissful, guilt free sleep because I had the foresight and the energy to get my house clean yesterday so that I could actually enjoy being stuck in the house with no money. I didn't even feel the pangs on June Cleaver-itis that usually drive me to scrub and scrub. (June Cleaver-itis is an infection acquired by only women upon giving birth. Symptoms include over-zealousness about their families' healthy diet and an unsuppressable sense that they are only decent mothers if their children live in a spotless home.)
After ridding the house of clutter and sludge, I used the gift cert. for the tattoo shop that my husband gave me for our anniversary (Year 1 is supposed to be "paper", right?) to get some work done on my tattoo. It's a large piece on my left side. I've had the outline a while and now I've got the first third of color down. DH stopped by the shop and watched for a few minutes. I have lotsa tats but he's never done that before. He said he wants one too. My tattoo artist said I made it look easy, cause it really hurts like hell on the ribs. DH ws impressed. I kept to myself that there were a few little spots that I couldn't even feel. No need to give MS any credit for my toughness, I think.
It's a stroke of luck that I'm off on a Thursday because that means I get to take my son, E, to soccer practice. And Thursday is the late practice (7-8 pm) so it won't be as hot out and I'll get to enjoy watching his enthusiasm. Z, my daughter will go to dance practice with her aunt so I'm off the hook for cooking a real meal. Thursday is fend-for-yourself day.
I love this day.