Ti-erd. Took the least one out for a bit at noon, and came home aching for my bed. Naptime is such a wonderful invention, I don't know what women do who don't indulge.
I remember reading a book several years back, and I think it was Mary Webb's 'Precious Bane' or maybe 'The Country of the Pointed Firs' by Sarah Orne Jewett. Regardless of which book it was, there was a character who was an older woman (I'll take issue with the older woman part, though) and she just didn't have it in her to be very energetic. Even our second son joked on Sunday saying that in the olden days I'd be the woman in the lace cap who had to sit in her rocker for the afternoon, just taking it easy. He was being silly, but wasn't too far off the mark. I figure multiple childbirths have taken their toll. Least that's what I'm going to say when folks ask me!
So, resting this afternoon. Reading 'The Woman in Black' by Susan Hill which is so far a wonderful ghost story. Hope it keeps up.
