My Peruvian guardian angel called this morning and asked if she could come over to clean and cook. I was sleeping in and really wanted to stay in bed until I needed to leave to pick up the boy, but told her to come over. While ostensibly doing the crossword puzzle in bed, I did go back to sleep while she worked in the other part of the apartment.
The funny thing is that I generally force myself to get out of bed and do something productive when she's here because she works so hard and I don't want her to think I'm lazy. But I just couldn't do it yesterday. I don't seem to have the same desire to use brute force to manage my life. At the last possible moment, I collected the dry cleaning, wrote her a check and headed out to pick up the car, which was parked near my office.
We ran into friends at the dry cleaners and had lunch together, then we took off to run our errands and then back home. The boy wanted to play Monopoly but I managed to dissuade him and I went back to bed. I really thought by now that I wouldn't be spending chunks of the weekend in bed, but there it is. The Lexapro still has some work to do.
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