Last week was an extremely active week for us ( me in particular). I try to live life like I use to, but my body no longer cooperates. I had a spoon deficit last week and paid for it this week (you fellow chronic illness followers will understand that statement, if you don't understand the spoons then I envy you). Basically, this week was a recovery week. I generally don't talk about my fibromyalgia, but unfortunately it is still here making its ever annoying presence known. Constantly reminding me that I am not the old me and I have to say I really hate it. It is like this super annoying friend that won't ever leave my side. I am learning to live with it, but sometimes it doesn't listen to me and even though I have been "good", it still gives me the finger and makes me feel about 85. So because I maxed out last week, this week we really did not go anywhere or do anything. I was just too tired. The kids like my "lazy days" and have no problem laying