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I couldn't sleep because of butthurt the bitter cold (I guess old age is creeping up on me, and my body, especially my legs, hurts when I get cold). I got up at 7 in the morning with my daughter, fed her, tried to fall back asleep, but either she was being noisy or I couldn't get comfortable and warm in bed. In the end, I lay there for 2 hours, realized this was hopeless, got up, and went to cook.
I whipped up breakfast and baked apples with cinnamon, plus let my daughter out of the playpen early so she could happily run around the apartment (I keep an eye on her during this time).
My husband wakes up, sees all this goodness, and his only question is: "and why are you so nice this early in the morning?"
But I'm not nice, I feel awful, my legs still hurt, I want to sleep and do nothing 😟
