So you think you've got it?

 

Wolverine picture credits 

I usually find that just when I think I have the
whole chores, children, naps, hubby's work,
life is great schedule thing totally figured out
I fall.

With a big crash.
That's just how God works with me...

He's got quite the sense of humor!

I can remember going to bed last night feeling
completely secure with my plans for today and the whole week.

I was going to tackle everything and the girls and I
are going to have a great week filled with adventures.

This morning I stepped out of bed
and LIMPED to the shower.

I figured that I wasn't awake yet and
that's always something a nice shower can fix!

A few minutes later I stepped out of the shower
with sharp pain radiating through my left hip.
Uh?!

Let me try this again...

I could hardly put one foot in front of the other
without pain.

Um...

not cool.

I tried some of the good old yoga stretches
and exercises from pregnancy and postpartum;
hoping that something would just POP into place.
Nope.

Now what?!

Hubby needed to leave for work in 30 minutes.

He graciously called in late to work
and set a conference call meeting from our bedroom.

He made the girls breakfast and changed the diapers.

I was happy that we had already planned on a crock-pot meal
for tonight... so less dishes and prep for me.

I was shocked at the pain that came when I tried to
step down the stairs and the same when I had to go back up.
Stairs were evil today. No stairs. BAD stairs.

I actually had to go down using the toddler method;

scooting on my bottom.
Yes, so dignified...
Dainty enjoyed the ride anyways, haha!

Dainty can climb the stairs by herself now, so up was easier.
~ok, Peter, I know I grumbled when you taught her
this dangerous art last week, but it totally was handy
and life-saving today... so... sorry...

During the morning I played a movie for the girls
and fed them animal crackers on the floor...
while I rested on the couch with ice packs
and knocked off two more chapters of Harry Potter;which was a bonus since I'm one book behind!

Lunch was good, though it ended with a complete meltdown
from Thing Number 1 who though that
if she screamed bloody murder while the windows
were open, SOMEONE might hear and reason to Mama
that it IS ok to use colorful acrylic paint
on her water mat.
Oh, no, my dear... early nap for you!
Thing Number 2 followed suit shortly after
with much less bravado.

I was able to rest and ice the hip some more
while catching up on other reading materials.
I was totally inspired to offer it up and
prayed a rosary while I cleaned the stove
and tidied the kitchen.
I couldn't stand to walk another step so
I dragged my butt back to the couch and
blazed through several more chapters until
Dainty decided that naps are just too boring without Mama.

The rest of the afternoon was basically entertaining
the girls with another movie and animal crackers...on the floor...
reading a whole quarter of Harry Potter (it feels wonderful
to finish a book!). Just a little dinner prep
and table setting,
but it was all good. Hubby came home for dinner
and sweetly ran the clean dishes in the dishwasher through
(for the second time, lol) and brought up everything
I would need for my "nest" in the bedroom.
Now while he is out, I am cozy in bed trying not to move
and thinking positive.
I can be quite a grump when I'm under the weather,
but I think I did good today.
*pats self on back*

What has helped my positive attitude when I'm
having a down day is having Peter remind me to
offer it up for someone. I just pick
someone who I think needs the prayers most that day
and maybe write the name on my hand so I don't forget.
Also, forcing myself to think of others and doing things
for others is better than moaning and
thinking about how miserable I am,
which is actually quite easy to fall into
when I am constantly down with something.
 

ROLL WITH THE PUNCHES.
I tell myself this all the time.
It means that I need to accept the trials
as if they came just to test my love for God.
He doesn't give me something I can't handle,
and what I am given will make me stronger somehow.
It reminds me of Wolverine *Hugh, my love*
and no matter how he is beaten, he always tries
to get up and fight until, at last, he passes out or is
knocked out by a spiked bullet... but when he wakes up,
he is completely refreshed, healed, and ready to fight again.
TOTALLY AWESOME.
anywho...
I need to set a good example for my daughters to follow.
How do I want them to respond to the trials that
God will send them? I have to be the person that
I want my children to imitate.

Anywho,
I've ranted enough for one evening.
I hope you liked the bit about Wolverine! awwoooooo!
~Michelle