I guess I could write that I'm in denial - except that I tried four different ways to spell "denial" before I gave up and let Spell Check help. And I hate it when I have to do that - like a stubborn toddler who insists on pouring their own milk. I know I can do it!! That's what this is all about - what I am sure I can do that maybe I shouldn't. A week ago, I was sure I could be enough help moving my kids from one apartment to two new ones, that I told my daughter not to worry and just drive up to Berkeley to start classes. Her brother and I would get all the rest of her stuff moved out of the old apartment in Southern California, and in three weeks when her new place is ready, we'd load up a truck and drive her stuff up to her. We got moved out of the old apartment by 8:30 am, with less than an hour remaining on the lease. That was the 21st. Yesterday was the first day I didn't wake up in the middle of the night needing another ibuprofen. Yes, I'm officially out of pain. When did I get so old and decrepit??? When did I need a week to get enough sleep to make up for staying awake all night just once???
So - have I learned my lesson? Am I going to hire someone to load up that truck for me next week? Probably not. I'm not getting older - I'm getting better!
PS: I blame my spelling lapse on the Country song - I can't think of denial without thinking of Cleopatra, Queen of De Nile!