My Little Nest

Each day I feel a little better and can tell a huge difference. I am hoping on Monday she will release me for light exercise. I can hardly stand not moving. I drink a lot of water just so I can walk around. I also try to run one errand a day to get me moving. Sad isn't it? How many people do you know who go to Target to get exercise? I'm the slowest person there, but by golly I'm walking.

God has helped me emotionally feel much better about the many different outcomes that could come of all this. He is helping me trust Him regardless of what anyone says. That is a tremendous praise. I realize I only have two more months of whatever it is they make me do, so it won't be forever.

I think I just worked myself to death over here. Sorting, shopping, organizing, cleaning out, planning, etc. I had no idea I wasn't 28 anymore and couldn't handle it on top of taking care of three others who are quite grown. The good news is all three kids are now able to clean the house head to toe without any of my help. If needed they could do it all in a day. They can do all of their laundry without any of my help. And now I have them making breakfast while I sit at the table directing them. (They complained about eating cereal every day, so I fixed that pretty quick. Now they get to work for their breakfast, and you know they haven't complained since). We haven't had to add them making dinner because a few people have brought us meals, and we seriously had pizza three nights in a row. I had spinach salad instead. I've discovered that's a very easy meal to assemble with garbanzo beans. Yummy.

Now that I'm not doing as much the house is ransacked. I have energy for my one errand and then I come home and lay down for two hours. Somehow in there we get school done. I need time today to get everyone to put their stuff away. Now, who will put mine away? I don't think that's going to happen. And I have so much stuff to give to so and so. And so and so doesn't come by. And it all just piles up in the living room. I want to scream or cry maybe. My little nest is falling apart...and I wonder where in the world we will fit all the baby stuff? We need some serious help over here. I need my husband, but he is tired and busy. He has an extra job making a website for a friend. The money will pay for the delivery. On top of that he is STILL taking Blaine to flag football practice and a game. Then comes Thanksgiving. I'm really not seeing any free weekends here for work to get done. My poor little nest!