I came, I saw, I ... whimpered??? (and slightly conquered)

At 11:03 p.m. I stopped cleaning/decorating the living room. It only took me about 7 hours - and I'm still not finished. I have to put the lit garland on the fireplace mantle and decorate the tree but ... but the end is in sight. Mind you, my joints may not recover. My feet are in screaming pain and other parts also yipping and yapping at me. So, I'm about to have dinner (!) and a cosmo. A big one.

I didn't even dare to have an epsom salts bath because I didn't think I'd be able to get up again. Le sigh.

And tomorrow I get to do the same thing in the bedroom (thankfully minus any tree or decorations!). I know M said for me not to overdo it and that I'm the best Christmas prezzie, But, dear!, I had to do the major dusting in order not to aggravate M's coughing. So, no escape. And, speaking of prezzies, the entire couch is covered in gift bags. Who, me - go overboard? Um, yes. But I wasn't extravagant. ::is amazed::

I can't even fall into bed gracefully, because all of my laundry is piled up waiting for me to hang it in the closet. Okay, so I'll just ... nudge it to the end of the bed and do it tomorrow.

You'll be pleased to know that I'm sparing you the colourful muttering as I stumble and limp into the kitchen.

Very hesitant hugs,
H.

I came, I saw, I ... whimpered??? (and slightly conquered)

At 11:03 p.m. I stopped cleaning/decorating the living room. It only took me about 7 hours - and I'm still not finished. I have to put the lit garland on the fireplace mantle and decorate the tree but ... but the end is in sight. Mind you, my joints may not recover. My feet are in screaming pain and other parts also yipping and yapping at me. So, I'm about to have dinner (!) and a cosmo. A big one.

I didn't even dare to have an epsom salts bath because I didn't think I'd be able to get up again. Le sigh.

And tomorrow I get to do the same thing in the bedroom (thankfully minus any tree or decorations!). I know M said for me not to overdo it and that I'm the best Christmas prezzie, But, dear!, I had to do the major dusting in order not to aggravate M's coughing. So, no escape. And, speaking of prezzies, the entire couch is covered in gift bags. Who, me - go overboard? Um, yes. But I wasn't extravagant. ::is amazed::

I can't even fall into bed gracefully, because all of my laundry is piled up waiting for me to hang it in the closet. Okay, so I'll just ... nudge it to the end of the bed and do it tomorrow.

You'll be pleased to know that I'm sparing you the colourful muttering as I stumble and limp into the kitchen.

Very hesitant hugs,
H.