Some days, I seriously wonder how I keep myself and my child
alive. Clothed. Fed. Mostly clean.
Today is such a day. I’m exhausted. We’ve been battling
colds and assorted sicknesses for months now. I think one of us catches
something every other week. Not kidding. It’s starting to wear me down. Nap
scheduling has gotten all messed up. Clingy-ness is at an all-time high. I can’t
do anything without a tiny person holding on to my leg and screaming because I’m
not holding him. And to top it all off, some huge changes are looming on the
horizon for our family. Details of that are for a future post, but I include it
because it has contributed to the stress.
As I was watching said tiny person play (without fussing!)
earlier today, I was thinking about how we’ve all three been little puddles of
misery in the past few months.
Really, we do not have it that bad. Basic blessings include
food, clothing, and shelter. On a daily basis. My husband and I both have jobs.
We might be sick, but we are not desperately ill. We have a lot and then some. I
don’t know why that can be hard to remember in the midst of hardship that is,
in all truthfulness, pretty minor.
And now to go find something for this headache. I am blessed to have access to helpful medicine. :)
