Completely and utterly--even including not doing last night's dishes.
I made my bed this morning--and then promptly unmade it climbing back in this afternoon with stomach pain so bad I finally had to give in and send my husband out for some Eno. It may or may not have been related to the blinding headache I had this morning which contributed to my sleeping in.
And so it goes.
I'm moving slowly, carefully. I may try a bit of the soup I made in the crock pot the brief hour I felt like standing in between driving my son to two dental appointments today. (One to get his braces removed, the other to have his teeth cleaned and polished.)
I don't know what to think, if anything. Tomorrow will be the test. Will I bemoan the fact that I'll never catch up so it isn't worth even trying? or, will I not know when to stop and push myself too far and then give up because it really is impossible to keep up? Or will I just blow it off and say no one helps, I feel awful, I'm taking a vacation?