The last week I've been pretty much out of commission. Which led to a missed weekend getaway to see lots of dear friends. And while my mom, dad, niece, and little/biggest sister are in town for a visit. Bummer.
Today I'm still holding on, waiting for my meds to be ready for pick up and wishing, hoping, and praying that there is a light at the end of this tunnel and that I can see it in the near distance very soon.
In the meantime, you know the saying "if mama ain't happy...?" Yeah, well, it clearly doesn't apply in our situation because even with a down and out mama, the kids are still enjoying time with their cousin, aunt, and grandma.
Even with a list of to-do's and a wish list of want-to's a mile long, I'm happy. Infuriated about the weakness and pain in my body. Frustrated that there seem to be no solid answers for relief. Worried about future "episodes" and how they may/may not reek havoc in my life. Bummed to be missing out on so many special memories down at the river dock and out on the field trips with everyone else.
Yet, relieved that I have a few live-in babysitters willing to help out. Thankful for a husband who picks up the slack after working a full day at the office. Grateful for family who are willing to do anything and everything to help out.
Sure, mama might not be smiling and dancing to the replayed/overplayed "Who Wants to Move It, Move It" with the rest of the gang. But mama's happy and therefore the little world with a population of 10 residing within my universe continues to spin merrily along. Without missing a single beat or bum shake as they move it, move it.
