On Sunday, I had a repeat morning.  I languished in bed. Eventually Rachel helped me get up, and get out of my diaper and pajamas.

I got a shower, got dressed, and began to feel human again.

Eventually, I was able to get my act together enough to leave the house to pick up medicine for Missy, and go grocery shopping.

I called Alissa and told her I was feeling back in the world again, almost.  We caught up as I drove around.  I said I felt like I was finally surfacing.

Then after I hung up with her, I actually got all turned around and lost on my way from the pharmacy to the grocery store.

And I just laughed.

It felt good.

 

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AuthorMako Allen
Categories365 Gratitude

On Saturday, I woke up around 10 am.  

That's sort of ridiculous for me.  I'm a habitual morning person.  I tend to pop awake around 5 most days, ready to take on the world.

I had a big list of plans: Make sure Missy was in good shape, slip out to the gym for an hour, go grocery shop, work on my side project.

Except for the first part, none of that happened.

I just sort of lay there, exhausted.

And, for a smart person, I can be incredibly dense sometimes.  I felt guilty about it.  I eventually got a shower, and came downstairs to lay on the couch next to Missy, and just be near her and not do anything.

I lamented aloud about how useless I was or some such and my sister-in-law, MB gently, lovingly gave me the what-for.  I'm paraphrasing here, but it was something like, "Uh, duh, Mako, you had like the worst day ever yesterday.  You're allowed to do nothing."

Lightbulb!

She was right.  So, I eased up and allowed myself permission to just take things slow.

About an hour later, the doorbell rang.  It was our girl Rachel.  And she had brought Peruvian rotisserie chicken.  Like, a lot of it.

That's a lot of chicken.

That's a lot of chicken.

And she stayed over, and helped take care of Missy, and me, too.

I was so very, very grateful for it.

 

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AuthorMako Allen
Categories365 Gratitude