Oh yeah, now I can really feel myself slowly but surely bouncing back... I have to say, I love my life! I appreciate the little things like grocery shopping, cleaning, and laundry. The fact that I can actually do them and finally keep babygirl's drawer full of clean underwear again are a good sign!
Let's face it, when mom is out of order, the whole house is out of order! There are two ways of interpreting that: one can get frustrated (which if you ask me is a viable option) or one can feel important, useful, irreplaceable... OK, I may be pushing things a little too far with irreplaceable but you know what I mean right?
Sadly, while I was flat on my back worrying about the dust bunnies rolling on the floor, I realized that the girls don't really understand how mom can be forced to physically pause. It seems that they expect me to do everything even when it is physically impossible and their increasing frustration level as the days and weeks went by proved just that. I guess it's up to me to stop doing everything for them. It's at least worth a try. From now on, new house rules. Mom is mom, not a servant. I am determined to teach the girls (especially biggirl) a thing or two when it comes to taking care of themselves even if I hope I will never, ever, be forced to spend another day on my couch again!
Friday, May 27, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
I haven't forgotten my promise
I have been longing to write for the past 3 weeks but, for the first time ever I have been spending more time lying on my back than up and about. After countless doctor visits, we're blaming it on vertebral pain due to bad posture (I am sitting nice and straight in front of my screen, feet flat on the floor today!) I have put my trust in physical therapy and am feeling a little better but I am so not myself yet!
The best way to interpret the last couple of weeks is to consider them a wake-up call. The blame has bounced back and forth between stress, my husband's travels, my argumentative daughters, and my hectic schedule... Being the mature, responsible adult that I am (and since I have had a lot of time to think about it), I have realized that I am the only one with the power to change the situation. Let's face it, my husband is always going to travel for work, my daughters are going to continue to compete and argue about everything (at least for a few more years anyways), and my schedule will always be full (because I like it that way). Soooo...that leaves me with one last variable: my stress level.
I have been trying breathing exercises and have finally started walking again (which is my alltime fav thing to do, especially with my dog). Plus, I plan to buy a yoga DVD next time I go shopping. I might even try it with the girls, who knows, it might help them too! Let's face it, I will never be a "no worries" kind of girl, but maybe, just maybe, I can learn to relax a little more. Yet another goal I have set for myself with you as my witnesses!
The best way to interpret the last couple of weeks is to consider them a wake-up call. The blame has bounced back and forth between stress, my husband's travels, my argumentative daughters, and my hectic schedule... Being the mature, responsible adult that I am (and since I have had a lot of time to think about it), I have realized that I am the only one with the power to change the situation. Let's face it, my husband is always going to travel for work, my daughters are going to continue to compete and argue about everything (at least for a few more years anyways), and my schedule will always be full (because I like it that way). Soooo...that leaves me with one last variable: my stress level.
I have been trying breathing exercises and have finally started walking again (which is my alltime fav thing to do, especially with my dog). Plus, I plan to buy a yoga DVD next time I go shopping. I might even try it with the girls, who knows, it might help them too! Let's face it, I will never be a "no worries" kind of girl, but maybe, just maybe, I can learn to relax a little more. Yet another goal I have set for myself with you as my witnesses!
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