Lately I have been having problems getting to sleep. Maybe it's the baseball games and being so sore afterward. (Man! I really gotta get in shape!) Maybe it's everything that can happen during my day in the pharmacy. Maybe it's because there is a lot going on with people I know. Or who knows, maybe it's just the stupid mosquito near my ear. Whatever it is my mind is going a mile a minute.
Then I have this thought. What if I stopped focusing on all the bad/sad/upsetting and started focusing my attention behind me? What if I rolled over and started to change one thing in my life for the better? Even something great can be made into something better.
Let's face facts here. After a long day the last thing I want to do is show affection to my husband. Call me callous or insensitive but at that point in the day all my focus is on rejuvenating myself. I guess I'm just selfish. But am I alone? So many times I feel so stretched thin that I barely even have the desire to pour desire into my marriage. I'm already exhausted, and marriage takes effort. Oh goodness... I do sound like a terrible person. It's not my intention, I promise.
Lately it's like my husband and I are completely different planes. We're like room mates who pass each other briefly, talk about how the day is going and head off to the next thing. So maybe we just need to change our focus.
I have to admit that this weekend was a trying one. Not because it was Mother's Day and my kids woke me up early but because when I went down to our bedroom on Saturday after work I noticed water on our bedroom floor. Ugh, *sigh*, eye roll. Are you kidding me? I asked my daughter to go get her father, who promptly had what can almost be referred to as a "man"-trum. "Why does this always happen? When are we going to get ahead? etc"
I tried to keep a cool head. So far as we can see it, the septic system either backed up into our bedroom, or there is a leaky pipe to the septic system. Either way you slice it... EWWWW!
SO! Instead of having a relaxing Saturday afternoon off, we spent the time relocating our room upstairs between the kids rooms. Joy! I mean really? Why should they have to go all the way downstairs to wake me up when they can just open their door? Once again, UGH!
First thing Monday morning I was on the phone with Angie's Pooper Pumping Service. (Awesome name, I know!) Not only were they there within the hour, the whole job was done shortly after 11 and I was still able to run my errands. I'm hopeful that all we needed was the pump the tanks. Cross your fingers for us and say a little prayer!
A good friend at church reminded me that "this too shall pass" and that God has us in his hands.
Okay, time for some truth. I am NOT a morning person. I never have been, I never will be. Well, there was that one time when I was like 3, but since then- nope, nada, not gonna happen. It doesn't matter what time I go to bed, I will still wake up looking like an episode of the Walking Dead. (I've actually never watched this show, so I'm just guessing. I really have no idea.) Such was the case this morning. My husband came down and asked me to get up and help with the kids.... MMMuuuuuggggghhhhhhh. Yeah, that's me... zombie-morning Andrea.
I love my husband, but his morning wake-up tactics for trying to get me out bed suck. If he can't do it, send down the kids. There's nothing like bouncy, energized, screaming kids to wake you up. Alright, alright... so they were just talking. But it hurt my body, and I hadn't had any coffee yet.
This particular morning my kids were playing "Bunny Rescue". See yesterday's post for a full understanding. Honey was playing as Sunflower, a cute little lop-eared bunny with splay-leg. That means that her front legs don't sit normally, they're separated. #BunnyEducation While B-Man was playing as my sweet, adorable Little Bo Peep. Hippity-hop into my room they came, Honey nudging my head and B-Man jumping everywhere. "We just want you to know that we want to adopt Little Bo Peep", B-Man said, "we talked it over." Bless them for realizing that Bo and I had bonded.
Even though I'm not a morning person and I can be quite cranky BC (before coffee) my kids showed me this morning the lessons they are taking away from visiting Blackjack's Rabbit Rescue. Like Honey, who's showing compassion for the bunny that's slightly different from the other ones. Maybe I'm barking up the wrong tree here, but it's just neat to see how they are interacting with each bunny and carrying life lessons away with them as well. Sometimes parenting can be so awesome... yes, even first thing in the morning.
You know the saying, the grass is always greener on the other side? This is my attempt to find greener grass right where I am in my life.
BTW - I'm the one on the right, just in case you didn't already know that.