I've had a hard week this week. And for no good reason. Tuesday morning, I woke up, as usual, unloaded the dishwasher, started a load of laundry, handed the kids their pop-tarts, juice, milk, whatever, and continued to follow the demands of the day. And the next day, I did it again. And again. And again.
This afternoon, I found myself physically and mentally checking out by taking a shower. (Baby was napping, Belle and Boo were appeased with fresh juice and a movie) I usually do some good thinkin' in the shower. And this shower was no exception. I thank, and I thought and I thunk. I started out in sea of self-pity. I needed a break, and no one wanted to give me one. But that wasn't fair, and I knew it.
Soon I was led to remember an article I read sometime last fall by a woman who lost two family members in a single week. In an instant she had the overwhelming desire-no- the overwhelming need- to be folding laundry, helping a child with homework, or any other mundane chore that provides the sense of normalcy.
It's all our perspective. My perspective. I need this today. I need to be thankful that all on my plate today is another load of laundry, and feeding my babies. I would love a break from normal today, but normal is good too. I can be thankful for normal.