Lately, I've been in the habit of putting off breakfast until I've gotten all my morning tasks out of the way. As a result, I'm dizzy with hunger by the time I log out of here. There's really no reason to starve myself. I just have a hard time being flexible sometimes, obviously to my own detriment. It's just one of those dumb idiosyncrasies (which ought to tell you that I'm not a multitasker). Anyway, this morning, I made a very conscious effort to get up and go to the kitchen for something to nibble on so I wouldn't start feeling faint - at just around this time too. Good thing my mom made some sugar-and-spice cake yesterday, so I had something to tide me over until my real breakfast. On second thought, there's always something for me to snack on while I work. I really just don't choose to.
That's a piece of cake, if you can't tell
Wretched season, this. Everybody's getting sick. Now, even my baby nephew has the flu (so does his mom). It's horrible when babies get sick. You scramble to do all that you can to make them feel better and still feel super helpless.
On top of being miserable, you also miss out on things. While we were sick, we managed to miss Mark's number in church (and I was sooooooo looking forward to it - good thing there's a video of it, but I'm not sharing it anywhere or Mark'll have my head, lol), a birthday party and a playdate. Fortunately, Marguerite's dance class really wasn't meeting last Saturday since the teachers had a concert or we would have missed that session too. Right now, Marguerite and I are working on fortifying our systems again, but thank the Lord, we're no longer unwell.