Sunday is usually a day of chaos here because we have Dean's step daughter and all the kids home. If Alysia is at her mother's it means one of us has to stay home to be sure someone is home when she decides to finally roll around and drop her off. The woman has no regard for anyone but herself.
Sunday is Dean's first day off each week as he works Saturdays so we usually have lots of running around to do and it can be quite harrowing with all the kids in tow. Dan and Savannah are both involved in Navy League if there are fundraisers Sunday is the day they are usually booked for.
Sunday's sometimes mean dinner at his mom and dad's or it could mean dinner here with or without them depending on the mood the adults are in.
Sunday is laundry and bedroom detail, yardwork and lawns.
Sunday is busy.
Today is Sunday...
Dean is off to the storage unit with Alysia to move the last of my apartment which was in a 8 x 10 unit to a 10x 15 unit. Furniture is already moved but the boxes still remain and of course I can't assist right now.
Daniel and Savannah are out of town for a drill and first aid competition with Navy League and won't be home til after dinner.
Andrew and Keygan are comparing what easter treats remain hoping I will tell them they can have more chocolate to sustain their energy levels.
I am sitting on the couch... my new permanant place in life at least for another few weeks and I am wondering what I can do from my perch.
I can't do the laundry as I am not allowed to take the wet clothes from the washer and put them in the dryer. I can't clean bedrooms as I am not allowed to twist or bend or contort in the ways necessary to pick up, search, and seek the toys that 3 little boys have left strewn over floors or under dressers and behind matresses. I can't put the clean dishes away as I am not allowed to stretch up to the top shelf where our dishes reside. I need to reorganize the bottom cupboards in the kitchen but because they are filled with all the heavier pots, pans, pyrex and crockpots Dean would throw a fit if he came home to find it done.
So I am left with what I can do... I can read blogs....get writing people I am caught up already. I can watch TV ... and I thought weekday tv sucked. I can finish my book ... my new glasses await me picking them up tommorrow when Dean can drive me there. I can keep crocheting the queen size afghan I am making for our bed... ever sat with a quilt on your lap in the middle of a hot day.
I can quit complaining and be thankful for busy Sundays full of family and fun. I can quit complaining that I am frustrated at the things I can't do. I can quit complaining that I am stuck at home on the couch in a house filled with love and caring. I can quit complaining that I don't feel 100% just yet because each day gets a bit easier.
I will enjoy the fact that my life is full of family, friends, compassion and caring.
I will be grateful that my family is healthy and strong and that with my recovery will come a new feeling of energy and well being.
I will look around my home see the dirt and be happy that I have a home that can get dirty.
now where the hell is the remote?