I didn't write Monday because I was so incredibly tired -- and so down. I'm learning, in my ripe old age, not to take myself too terribly seriously on days like those. I feel at these time (i.e. when Mark has spent lots of time in the hospital and/or I have had less than six hours of sleep) that I'm miserable -- always have been, always will be. I'm learning to tell myself, "Hey, self, buck up. You're miserable, yes. I won't deny you that. But you weren't miserable last week, and in a couple of days, you'll feel better again." But I thought it prudent that I not come in here and write, since I would only be oozing all over the place.
And yesterday? I was going to write, but I was busy, busy, busy all day. At night, I laid down with the boys "for a few minutes." Two hours later ... I woke up (but only so that I could officially go to bed). So much for doing anything productive with my evening!
I don't really have much to report anyway. Mark has stayed out of the ER for two days now. He's been putting in a lot of time at the church, working on some computer project they have going there. It's exhausting him, but I think he really enjoys being out and being productive.
As for me, I've been chauffeuring and writing (finally! Yea! I really missed it over the rough weekend.). I've been taking care of kids and cleaning and cooking and doing laundry and all the fun stuff that we all do as our penance for being human. ;)
I painted the dining room and stairwell with Kaitlyn and her friend Brianna on Sunday. Boy, was that a mess! I don't know why I can't paint without getting it all over myself ... and everywhere else! But the walls look so nice now. No more fingerprints. No more evidence of Brendan's ... ahem, artistic abilities.
Yesterday, when I was down, I went out hunting for daffodils. I've decided that I'm going to take the three best prints and frame them and hang them in my bathroom. That way, when winter comes again, I'll be able to look at them and remember that life is a cycle, that if I can just keep my head up, things always turn around eventually.
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