Busy Mode

My sweet husband has observed, pretty accurately, that I have three modes: busy, hungry, and sleepy.  I go go go go go go go -- and can't just sit and relax -- until I suddenly get hungry.  BAM! (as Emeril would say).  And when I've eaten, another BAM: I'm sleepy.  Once James made the observation, I was amused to watch myself go through this same thing day after day. For the last couple of months, my normal cycle has been thwarted, since I have not been sleepy exactly (not beyond the 14 hours I'm actually sleeping per day), but I've been either too weak or too nauseated to actually get up and do anything.  I was even too tired to lift my hands to the laptop.  And of course the hunger doesn't stick to its place in the cycle either: I'm hungry all the time. So it is with great happiness and relief that I tell you that I have been getting busy.  And I mean that in the Rated G sense.  Finally I've been able to clean up, to actually do the laundry myself (though I don't always volunteer for that), and yes, do some work for my company (the art quilting thing).  Yesterday I made a "Super Reader" cape for a friend of mine who teaches 1st grade reading.  The best student that day gets to wear the "SR" cape.  That was damn fun.  I'll post a picture of that. I've also made 40 handmade invitations for my sister-in-law's baby shower, which my mom and I are holding next month.  I cut teddy-bear shaped holes in the front of the cards, then attached a decorative piece of paper to the back of it so it shows through.  Then I sewed (with my sewing machine) all around the teddy bear shape to attach it and give it a little flair.  Finally, I tied a ribbon from the back to the front of the card, around the bears' necks.  I should attach a picture of that too.  It took me about to the 30th card to wonder why I had thought they should be so ornate.  But damn, it's good to be me again. My mom is on vacation with her three sisters.  I really don't need her for my feeding and cleaning the house like I have in the months past, but I do miss her.  When I was 14, a freshman in High School, she left our family in Texas and moved to New York City during a mid-life crisis.  I thought she'd come back, but she never did.  Now I live 2 miles away from her, if that, and this period of disability is the most I've seen her since 1986.  It's really a special time.  She has been coming over almost every day.  Once she asked if I needed anything from the grocery store and I gave her a long list, then I said she didn't have to get all that stuff because I didn't want to impose.  She responded that this was her raison-d'etre; she lives for this.  So I'm finally getting the mother-daughter time that I missed so much during my teenage years.  I never expected something like this to happen, and certainly not so connected with my own transition to motherhood, but I'm really glad it has.  I feel very lucky.  I think it's therapeutic.  It feels good. Now she just has to come back from vacation so she can take James's underwear out of the dryer.   Just kidding.