I already hate lying down and I'm counting down the days until I can get the heck out of my house. At this rate, I'll just be happy to be up and resume normal activities. Yes, I know that it hasn't even been two days. What can I say? I hate sitting on my butt (or, more accurately, lying down on it) and I am going freaking insane!
Adding to my frustration is that my husband went out of town this morning and he won't be home until Thursday. I guess he felt comfortable leaving me in this situation because he left his mother here to help me out. I can't wait for him to come home and I already miss him so much. He knows me so well that he intuitively knows what to do when I can't be on the ball.
Have you ever had a similar experience? How did you pass the time?