What The Boy Said

The prescription for my weekend was lots and lots of rest. The goal: To get rest. And to heal my back. (Both equally important!)

As The Boy said (frequently): You need to rest. You need to get well. You need to stop doing things.

He was pretty bossy. But I decided that he was probably right.

So Saturday, we rested. Then Sunday, we rested. And then I started feeling bored.

I pulled out a craft project I'd left in the corner of the Hayley House and started working on it.

What are you doing? asked The Boy. You are supposed to be resting.

{Rats!}

I rested a bit more, then realized that the white matting I'd used while framing some artwork was driving me crazy. I pulled the pictures off the wall and switched the matting to black.

What are you doing?!? exclaimed The Boy. I told you - you need to rest.

{Fine}

Then the laundry needed folding. Really it did.

You are doing too much! said The Boy. Your one job is to rest.

{Sigh}

By Monday, I was flat-out tired of resting. No.More.Resting!

I'm going to wash the car, I told The Boy.

No you aren't, he said. You need to rest. You don't want to do too much.

I'm feeling much better! I didn't even take medicine today, I said.

So why are you walking a little hunched over? I don't think you're 100%. You need.to.rest.

{Double sigh!}

So no - I didn't wash the car. Or do too much. Or stop feeling bored.

But I am on Day 2 without medicine of any kind and am feeling much better! I think it's because I made sure to get plenty of rest.

{hee hee}