Dude, that was a lot of sleep

Last night I came home from work a bit fuzzy. I had to sit through a tedious work meeting, and those tedious work meetings usually make me fuzzy. Didn't think much of it.

Julia had feeding therapy. That went okay. The therapist was working on her 6 month progress report, and - well - she's coming along really well. The therapist has no speech/language concerns anymore (thank you tubes!). The quantity of food concern is there, but there's not really much the therapist can do for that. The main concern is chewing. She has improved since she started therapy, but she could definitely be doing more. That's hard to work on in therapy as well. There's only so much you can do. So we are moving to therapy once a month! Woohoo!

Yesterday Julia pigged out (for her). She ate 3 portions of spaghetti at lunch.

After feeding therapy, I was starting to feel really fuzzy and nauseous. S took care of Miss J, and I went to lay down. Next thing I knew my alarm was going off. I slept 12-13 hours straight. I don't even think I woke up to pee.

Today I had off from work for my birthday holiday. It was fairly productive. I went to Lowe's and got some bathroom accessories: towel rings and towel bars. I did two loads of laundry. Scheduled a kitchen remodel estimate. Unpacked two boxes and vacuumed the dining room. I did a bit of taping was going to start painting the family room walls until I realized that the family room paint was in S's car. We had the ceiling paint inside the house, so I started painting the ceiling. I made quite a bit of progress. The family room, kitchen & nook are probably about 500 square feet. It's a formidable challenge, particularly painting in that position. Around 3:30pm, I decided to take a quick rest before S & Julia came home.

Julia had a good dinner (2 slices of swiss & a bit of hot dog & 4 oz). She was in good spirits during her bath. Her teacher noted that she said, "No thank you. That hurts" during a diaper change (poor girl has a rash). After Julia went to bed, we finished painting the ceiling. Whew, that feels good to have done!

So all in all it was a productive birthday holiday, but not all that relaxing unless you consider my marathon sleepfest last night.

Off to bed...again!