My plan for today: rest and read. Not sure how many friends know I suffer with Crohn's Disease, but there you have it, I do. And when I'm down in the gut, chances are other parts of my body start screaming to just shut it down. Take a break. My shoulders or back ache. Maybe a migraine shows up, just for fun. My newest enemies are my feet. Too much holiday standing and walking, I guess. Today, I gave in. Sent the husband and kiddos to the Science Center without me. On the one hand, this saddens me. I fear my kids will remember their childhood, but not their mom being a participant in any of the fun. On the other hand, the house is quiet and I can relax.
What I actually did today: prowled the internets for paying jobs. Nothing says sad like wasting an afternoon looking at help wanteds, even if accompanied by good tea in a strong mug. I've tried propping my feet, but then I have to do advanced yoga poses to reach my plugged-in computer. So, instead of the book and bed routine, I've succumbed to extreme distraction of the most depressing variety. No, I don't seem to qualify for the elephant handler position at the zoo (although it sounds fascinating) and while I do qualify for part-time writing instructor position at one of my alma maters, I'd make more money working at a gas station after all of the hours it requires.
Moral of today's story: fight the net-surfing urge and just curl up with a decent book. My feet might still ache at the end of such a day, but I bet I'd escape the severe brain fuzzies I now have from scouring the interwebby HR drop-downs.