Day 463 Woulda, Coulda, Shouda
Saturday, November 21, 2015
These 3 little words are killing me today. I'm afraid to ask my brothers if they took any of the Christmas stuff home with them because I'm pretty sure they didn't. They will just remind me that I had plenty of time to get stuff out of the garage.
Everyone seems to have forgotten that I could barely stand up during that whole pack up thing. Several times my sister-in-laws just sent me home because of the pain. My shoulder was so bad. All this stress isn't helping much. Most of my muscles are sore.
I forgot to wear my fitbit today. Very odd I almost never forget that thing. Did finish clipping the rag quilt for Marley and Morgan's quilt is ready for boarders. So I did get some work done today. I also cleaned the dining room floor. The scatter rug under the table was really bad. Cat litter is also clean. But I shouldn't count that I have to do that everyday hell or high water.
So my worn out little mind and body are giving up today. Taking my sleeping drugs and calling it a day. I will be awake by about midnight but I'm sure I'll find something that needs doing.