It's been two weeks since I was discharged from the hospital. In some ways, I think I have made tremendous progress, in other ways, I wonder if I will EVER make progress. I seem to notice my emotions much more dramatically now, then ever before. It's not a bad thing... it can just be exhausting as I try to deal with each emotion as it comes. I am glad to be back at work, and in the routine of things. I feel needed at work, and that feels good. I am glad to be home with my quorum again. I am glad to go to the park with them and shoot hoops with them.
I made chicken tacos for dinner last night with some of the home-grown goodness from Miss Birdie. I made chocolate chip cookies and the quorum devoured them! I did four loads of laundry and did homework... by myself.
This morning,I comforted Colton while he was begging for an ambulance to take care of his owies... there are a lot of them right now! I woke up in the middle of the night when Kaydon rolled over (yes, he is still in my bed at night) and asked me AGAIN why Jeremy and I are divorced. He said he had a dream and just wanted to talk about it. Jackson yelled out at about 5:30 asking if he could get up out of bed and get dressed... All of those things made me feel a little more "normal," whatever that means.
Tonight is fight night... I am going to invite my brother to watch them with me... just like "normal" times...
Never, never, never give up! Winston Churchill
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