end of day 3

 Yeah, not a miracle cure. Bummer. I'm still sad. Still more productive, I guess. I hurt all over but unless I'm laying down, I usually want to get moving again. Or am... willing to. I did try to take it easy eventually, but when I was laying down I almost seemed to feel... worse? Like all the aches and pains were going to tie me to the couch. 

I cut up a watermelon for dinner, and remembered how Mom loved watermelon but none of us did, so she rarely bought one unless we would be visiting someone else who might help her eat it. And I grew up and sometimes liked watermelon, and my kids love it, so I tried to buy one when she was visiting. Sigh. I almost folded up one of mom's shirts and put it in my drawer because I needed the hanger for hanging my clothes dry.... but instead I put it back and folded up my long-sleeve shirt. 

Speaking of shirts, before I lay down again, I guess I need to go find baby girl clean pajamas. I used to know where they are, but I started a Great Laundry Crusade (a plan to sort all the laundry everywhere) so I gathered baby's clothes in a giant pile with a bunch of others. Maybe I can start The Sortening, and when I find jammies I can take a break and put kiddo bean to bed. 

I keep thinking "I will sit her on the potty until she eventually pees" but she doesn't want to sit on the toilet and I'm not going to force her. So. Anyway, that's why she needs new jammies, she's been in that diaper too long I guess and soiled herself. Siiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhhhh.