I am a terrible, terrible patient. I get so angry and frustrated at my limitations right now. I have to rest after doing something like getting up to get a glass of water, or moving from the couch to the front porch (so I can keep an eye on the kids as they scooter up and down the sidewalk). I tried to repot *one* pot, and while I got through it, I made myself so shaky I almost threw up. And the kids don't really understand that mommy is sick, because I basically *look* fine, and they want to know how come I get to watch tv all day but I don't want them to do the same. Kids, I would gladly let you watch all my tv, if I could just get a few little things DONE.
(This has been your scheduled whine for the day. Tomorrow should be a bit better.)