After my last procedure, I had a bit of a complication (don't worry, everything is okay), and without going into too many details, to resolve this complication I was prescribed one thing: bed-rest. No cooking. No cleaning. No working. No walking. No activities.
Did I mention that tomorrow is my birthday? Double-awesome.
I wish there was a sarcasm font, because there is nothing awesome about doing nothing all day, every day, especially when you work for yourself in your home. Because when your house is filthy, that means you get to stare at the mess all day and do nothing about it. And when you have orders piling up during the busiest buying month of the year, that means you can't work on them. And when it's 65 degrees and sunny in January, that means you don't get to go outside and enjoy it. And when it's your birthday, that means you don't go anywhere or do anything.
I think that's the only part I'm okay with.
Anyway, you may think that I should stop complaining and enjoy doing nothing. I'm here to tell you that I can no longer do that. It's been three weeks. All the daytime TV has been watched. All the library books have been read. I've been to the beginning and end of the internet. I've seen every cute, crafty or funny thing that's ever existed on Pinterest. And if I can't cook, Pinterest shouldn't even exist to me.
And speaking of cooking, that means that Nick has had a crash course on cooking in our household. He stands in the kitchen and tries to figure out where everything is, and I lay on the couch from the living room and direct him. It's fun for everyone involved (sarcasm). We started out with things like butternut squash soup and cheese grits. At this point I'm happy with pre-made tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Why should he have to work 12 hours, come home to a bored wife, cook dinner, clean the house, and then try to study? It's not fair I tell you, it's just not fair.
In conclusion, enjoy your freedom friends. And I'll be here enjoying my bed, pajamas, and 3 meals laid out for me every day. It's harder than you think, I promise.
Thanks for humoring my whining.