I got up even though it’s not my day. I don’t know what I was thinking. Well, what I was thinking was that I wasn’t tired anymore, and had slept enough. But when I sat down to write a post, I couldn’t do it. I fell asleep in my chair.
Desmond and Aislyn got up at the same time and Aislyn immediately requested breakfast. I still felt too tired.
I also had a headache, but I took some Tylenol and thankfully, that’s gone.
I can’t tell if I only think I still feel lousy because I know I have COVID, or if I legit still have the symptoms. But I think I still have the symptoms. I’m super congested and I guess snoring very loudly. Derek woke me up sounding very distressed by my snoring, so I almost slept on the couch, but he told me not to.
I also don’t feel much like doing anything. That’s not really like me…is it? I normally try to keep busy. The weather hasn’t helped. It’s been hot and humid in New England for several days.
So that’s this morning in a nutshell. I promised Aislyn last night that I would play Colors (a game she and Desmond invented) and camping with dolls.
Sometimes I tell people how old I was when I had kids (35 and 39) and they ask why. First of all, I think to myself, that’s kind of a weird question to ask someone you don’t know very well. I wouldn’t feel comfortable asking someone why they waited so long. Unless it was like a close friend.
Secondly, that’s kind of just the way it worked out. We didn’t feel ready for a long time. And we wanted to have a life together, first.
But, I have to admit, there is a clear disadvantage in waiting until you’re older. For one thing, you’re older. I feel like I have less stamina at 44 to deal with Aislyn’s endless supply of energy than I would have at, say, 30.
But it’s a moot point. We just weren’t there, yet.
Besides, I know people having kids in their 40s. I really can’t imagine that.
But I don’t think I would ask them why.