Walking in Circles around the House
We had an ice storm yesterday, and then it snowed on top of that, and then we all went down and shoveled the snow off the ice. And now I can't walk anywhere. Because of my fibromyalgia, I am supposed to walk 45 minutes a day, and it really does help--but unless I drive somewhere and go mall walking, there's no safe place for walking 45 minutes. I can hardly walk 30 seconds down the driveway without killing myself. So I am walking in circles around the house.
It seems hot in here, hotter than usual, probably because I'm working a lot harder physically than I usually do. Puff, pant. I prefer to do my physical work outside--if it's not icy, that is, puff, pant. At first, I try to accomplish something. I carry things upstairs that have been waiting to go up, I carry things downstairs that have been waiting to go down. I pick things up, I move things around that need to be moved. But the next layer down is more complex. I carry junk mail to the recycling. But soon I reach a point where the tasks require sitting and writing something, or sewing something, not just walking around. I'm hot and want to go outside, but I can't. I'll fall down and break my neck on all that ice in the driveway. So I walk aimlessly around around and 'round in circles until I can't stand it any more. I've only walked 15 minutes, but dang. I'm taking a break, not because I am tired but because it all seems so pointless.
I'm in a bum mood anyway. Piano boy came home and announced we had to cancel his piano lesson because he had a choir rehearsal tonight. Surely he knew about it before 10 minutes before he was supposed to be there! I make a phone call and am told it's 4 to 6 so I don't cancel the piano lesson at 6:30, but then, after I drive Piano Boy somewhere I have no idea how to get to for his rehearsal, he calls to tell me it's 4-7 and I have to cancel the lesson and make new plans. I apologize profusely to his substitute teacher.
When I look for some note about the rehearsal and concert in PB's backpack, I find two bad report cards that he never gave us. The concert is not on the school calendar and we have received no note. PB says it's Saturday evening, but he doesn't know when. What if we've made other plans? Sometimes I almost understand why some parents strangle their kids. PB would be a good candidate for that. I don't believe in corporal punishment, but couldn't we just stick pins into him or something? So round and round I walk, Trying to think of something to cheer me up after all the stress of dealing with the kid. I think about eating chocolate. That would help, but I'm allergic to chocolate. A glass of wine? Round and 'round, 'round and 'round. Are we having fun yet?