not this cute anymore!This weekend has been a frustrating one for me. I was so excited to move into our house (and believe me, I am so grateful that we're here.) But moving can be such a PAIN. I have just felt overwhelmed with everything that there is to do... unpack, paint, buy furniture, do endless loads of laundry (but we have yet to move the dressers in the bedrooms so I can't exactly put away the clothes..) And I have been such a mean mom. As cute as my kids are, they have totally gotten on my nerves! Kids can be so annoying while unpacking toys they haven't seen in a month.. they want to play with EVERYTHING right NOW--- their toy room is literally a pile of puzzles, games, swords, legos, etc, etc, etc. Anyway, ever since we've moved in, I have been on the verge of tears. My husband has NO idea what to do with me because after all I should be happy (he did just buy me a house and all!) But I have just felt like GROWLING anytime anyone talks to me. Last night I went to bed feeling frustrated and overwhelmed.
At 3 AM this morning I got a phone call. It was my dear friend Jane who is 9 months pregnant. I answered it expecting to hear her say that her water broke and she was headed to the hospital. Instead, she was sobbing and said her husband had a seizure in the middle of the night and that something was terribly wrong. I threw on some clothes (put on two mismatching shoes) and drove over to her house. The paramedics had already arrived and were helping her husband down the stairs to head to the hospital. He was in severe pain because he had fractured and dislocated his shoulder during the seizure. I stayed with their 2 year old son, Vaughn, as they rushed to the hospital. I tried going to sleep on their couch, but I couldn't. I laid there feeling very grateful that Rick was going to be okay and feeling very ashamed that I have been such an ungrateful BRAT.. especially to the people who matter the most to me.
I didn't sleep at all. Soon little Vaughn was awake and we were playing puzzles and reading books. Jane and Rick arrived home a little after 7 am. I drove home in tears and crawled in bed with all three of my boys and squeezed them tight. How grateful I am to have them in my life! Today was such a wonderful, peaceful day because we were able to do everything as a family. My house is just as chaotic as it was yesterday, but chaos is okay.. especially if that means we are all alive and healthy. The house will eventually be unpacked. The toys will get back on the shelves sooner or later. I may be tired and exhausted, but today I realized what a privilege it is to clean up after, cook for and be around the ones that I love.
At 3 AM this morning I got a phone call. It was my dear friend Jane who is 9 months pregnant. I answered it expecting to hear her say that her water broke and she was headed to the hospital. Instead, she was sobbing and said her husband had a seizure in the middle of the night and that something was terribly wrong. I threw on some clothes (put on two mismatching shoes) and drove over to her house. The paramedics had already arrived and were helping her husband down the stairs to head to the hospital. He was in severe pain because he had fractured and dislocated his shoulder during the seizure. I stayed with their 2 year old son, Vaughn, as they rushed to the hospital. I tried going to sleep on their couch, but I couldn't. I laid there feeling very grateful that Rick was going to be okay and feeling very ashamed that I have been such an ungrateful BRAT.. especially to the people who matter the most to me.
I didn't sleep at all. Soon little Vaughn was awake and we were playing puzzles and reading books. Jane and Rick arrived home a little after 7 am. I drove home in tears and crawled in bed with all three of my boys and squeezed them tight. How grateful I am to have them in my life! Today was such a wonderful, peaceful day because we were able to do everything as a family. My house is just as chaotic as it was yesterday, but chaos is okay.. especially if that means we are all alive and healthy. The house will eventually be unpacked. The toys will get back on the shelves sooner or later. I may be tired and exhausted, but today I realized what a privilege it is to clean up after, cook for and be around the ones that I love.
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