and it continues

The rest of yesterday didn't get any better. Everyone dropped something or made at least one mess that needed to be cleaned up, it was just that kind of day.

In an attempt to flee this stark reality, I picked up DS1's new book Eragon, and read the first 200 pages of it, and consequently I got to bed around 1:30 or 2AM. Since I spent the last hour-and-a-half of that lying on the couch reading, I figure that almost counts as sleep time, right?

I have learned before that whenever I stretch myself too thin, circumstances arrange themselves to demonstrate to me that it's a really bad idea: you never know what's going to go wrong, and you'll wish you had those energy reserves you squandered away reading a junk fantasy novel at 1 in the morning.

Last night apparently I needed a refresher course in this life lesson, because at 3:30AM there was DS1 at my bedside, complaining very convincingly that his stomach was churning and he felt sick. As an experienced puker, DS1 generally knows what he's talking about regarding these things, so I grabbed my wastepaper basket and held it for him.

Poor kid. He was up about 4 more times between then and 7:30, at which point we both gave up the idea of getting some sleep. Fortunately that was the last time he actually puked so the day went by very peacefully. I think this marks a milestone in that no bedclothes had to be laundered over the course of this illness. (I'm knocking on wood as I write this, because I don't want to jinx myself.)

So last night I didn't get much sleep at all, but it didn't matter too much anyway. We hung out all day. I finished Eragon. I cut up the chicken for dinner and put on a pot of soup with the backs and wingtips and various other inedible parts. (heh) It has been simmering for about 7 hours now and smells fantastic. I'm not exactly sure what I'll use it for, but it certainly won't be wasted. I'm thinking of making chicken masala, and I'm pretty sure that needs chicken broth.

I'm too exhausted to care about much. I learned one other lesson today, though. It's fine to lie completely slumped down on the couch so my lower back has no pressure on it whatsoever. It's also fine to snarf down some really good organic dark chocolate. It's just not a good idea at all to do both at the same time, especially when wearing a white t-shirt. (It's now covered with spots from the chocolate crumbs. Hey, that's why we have bleach!) That organic dark chocolate is a lot more crumbly than my usual bittersweet, I guess.

Live and learn.