I hate feeling like a burden. Hate it. I am a stubborn mule, if I can't do it myself, it probably doesn't really need to be done. Not my best attribute, but it does, none-the-less, make up part of who I am. I can open the door and carry the groceries and get it from the top shelf all by myself. Except, now, I really can't. I can't go down to the bunker to grab some snacks, I can't stand long enough to get to the bathroom without pain - much less make dinner. Heck, I cannot even change my own pants alone.
If nothing else, this is a humbling experience.

I have to learn that dog fuzz and messy counters can wait. I can't stand up to get it done and it will just have to wait. I have to ask for help getting in and out of shower and changing my underwear. The most simple and yet personal parts of my day, I cannot do alone. I have to ask for help.
Maybe this is also a time for me to learn to slow down. I have snuggled with my girls more than I have since school started. Chatted with my husband about nothing, more than usual. Maybe the Big Guy was saying, "LISTEN UP Girlie Girl. Time for you to reflect." And here I am reflecting...a lot.
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And I am a strong woman! |
My FF is back on shift today. It is our first day on our own without Daddy. BUT, it also means he'll be home with me during the day tomorrow. :) Wish me luck.
Kiss your FFs, snuggle with your muppets and enjoy your day. And when you need it, ask for help.
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