I had the worst time last night. I tried leaving a comment on a friends'
mission blog and couldn't for the life of me remember how to sign in. I spent nearly 45 minutes trying to
retrieve data from info I couldn't remember. I finally found my old
info and was able to sign in. In all this
process, I realized that I haven't updated my blog in over a year.
What a year it's been.
I have not had the mental stamina for three days in a row to
come up with the ability to write anything. Most days my hands won't type on a keyboard, legibly at least. The worst part is that I don't remember most of this past year. Most of my few waking hours have gone into taking care of the basic necessities of running our household. The kids get excited when I actually cook dinner instead of "choose your own adventure" or "cereal for dinner" meals. I tell them I'm just trying to get Jake and Josh ready for their missions, but I'm not so sure they are buying it anymore. Without Josh, who now drives, I don't know what I would have done. To say it has been a rough year for me is to
underestimate my year. :)
This past couple of weeks was extra rough. I had to bow down in my pride and ask my
mother to come babysit me. I felt
defeated. I was actually brought meals
from members of the church for four days.
FOUR DAYS! Do you have any idea
how hard that is? That meant admitting
to myself that I; #1) was in severe pain,
#2) needed help, and #3) am
not as strong as I want to be. That was a hard pill to swallow.
My family is truly a
blessing to me. Elaina will even read to
me so I can take my mind off the pain when it gets bad. All four kids go out of their way to make
sure I am taken care of when I am having a rough time. Of course, I
did have to endure lots of heckling from Jake. Once he realized I was masking a lot of the
pain, the heckling stopped, mostly. They have come
to recognize the look I get when things are not quite right. They don't even ask questions anymore when I look at them and say, "we need to go" from whatever we are doing. My mother, and family are acting like worried
hens. I am not going to die any time soon or anything. I just have to
get thru this rough patch. That's all. I keep thinking "it will get
better". I have complete faith it
will. Heck. I even called the Dr, and now I have pain pills that
numb the pain to where I mostly don't feel it.
I can now go back into self-denial mode. Things are looking up already!
:)
















