I started out walking like Mrs. H-Wiggins—remember Carol Burnette?
And progressed to a Tim Conway shuffle. Remember his old man to Harvey Korman's serious role?
And finally arrived at today’s gait that resembles Davy Jones. And just complete the picture, I will let you know that my hair, while much darker, even resembles Davy Jones’ just because I’ve been afraid of falling in the shower and therefore it is desperate need of a good wash.
DCG has been very supportive and helpful in allowing me to rest, feeding the children and providing entertainment. But he did have to go to work again today. Boo has been very sympathetic although he has scared me a few times coming up behind me and leaning over the recliner from behind. Roo has been extremely helpful to the limit of his height and truth be told it is the activities that involve bending that are the biggest issue for me.
This was the week (along with next) I was supposed to be doing deep cleaning and possibly furniture rearranging. I don’t see that happening today, tomorrow or the next day. The boys were supposed to receive their summer haircuts from me yesterday, and that didn’t happen. (They're not complaining.) I have a feeling that once again life is going to get in the way of my plans.
It has been no secret that I lack in the organizing department. I am the Fly Lady Flunkie. My Menu Plan Monday was disrupted by my aches and pains (Woe is me) and once again we seem to be involved in the haphazard, seat of the pants, slap some duct tape, tar and baling wire approach to life around here. I do think I will be able to work on some planning for school and scheduling of next fall semester. But if I go to all that work I want to be able to follow my plan for once.
What advice can all of you smart readers give me here? How do you survive illnesses, surprise situations and just life in general? How do you have schedules and stick to them amid all the chaos? Can you still be flexible? (My flexibility is a bit limited today, but usually I pride myself on it.)
Give me some hope and good ideas.
I wouldn't mind a bottle of Motrin and my heating pad too, if you don't mind. Sigh...