General malaise...?
Aug. 3rd, 2009 02:09 pmI am exhausted but when given the opportunity to nap I find that sleep does not come. I'm having trouble concentrating on anything more important than the daily crossword puzzles in Newsday and the NY Times. My neck is slightly stiff and I've had a mild headache since Friday that Advil cannot seem to touch. My stomach seems vaguely annoyed with me but nothing major. I am procrastinating more than usual about getting things done both at work and at home. There are only 24 days left until the kids have to be up at college, getting ready to start classes on 8/31.
I don't know what is wrong with me.
We had a lovely time on Saturday with friends coming over for brunch with their new baby. Sarah and I cooked up a storm - Sausage, Roasted Red Pepper and Spinach Torta Rustica, oven roasted hash brown potatoes and Lemon Lemon Loaf cake - all of which turned out very well. The baby wa a delight - 10 week old Charlotte, cute as a button and capable of turning David into a complete mush.

Isn't she adorable? She's even wearing the dress that Sarah and I picked out for her.

David, turning into a puddle.

Food porn.

More food porn - this unassuming cake is GONE. It was so good! David, who is not big on cake generally, kept going back for more. And more.
So, LJ friends, what is wrong with me? Any armchair analysts out there? Is this just exhaustion? Is it my body's way of rebelling against losing my children?
I dunno. But it is driving me to distraction... and that is not a long journey these days.
I don't know what is wrong with me.
We had a lovely time on Saturday with friends coming over for brunch with their new baby. Sarah and I cooked up a storm - Sausage, Roasted Red Pepper and Spinach Torta Rustica, oven roasted hash brown potatoes and Lemon Lemon Loaf cake - all of which turned out very well. The baby wa a delight - 10 week old Charlotte, cute as a button and capable of turning David into a complete mush.
Isn't she adorable? She's even wearing the dress that Sarah and I picked out for her.
David, turning into a puddle.
Food porn.
More food porn - this unassuming cake is GONE. It was so good! David, who is not big on cake generally, kept going back for more. And more.
So, LJ friends, what is wrong with me? Any armchair analysts out there? Is this just exhaustion? Is it my body's way of rebelling against losing my children?
I dunno. But it is driving me to distraction... and that is not a long journey these days.