Day Three

 It seems this day will be my "iffy" day going forward.  A bit of a set-back for sure, but do-able.  One thing about this is it helps me know how to plan, when to expect to need a little help and how to navigate this particular day.

My feet are still much better than the previous go-round, but today my joints and muscles are pretty much well entrenched in enemy territory.  I'm weak and feeling rocky and I hope that this will fade away over night and allow me to go to work tomorrow.

One thing is for sure, this ain't no picnic and it will continue to remind me that by myself I am pretty vulnerable.  I am very grateful my son and Angie are here right now but I find myself wishing people could just come and sit and visit and not work themselves to death on my behalf.  I'm sendiing them home soon so they can maybe get some rest before their weeks start anew tomorrow as well.  They have kept me fed and taken care of the fur boys and tidied the house and the yard with little time for themselves.

I am a mom, I feel like these are things I should be doing for others not the other way around.  And, I really hope I can let them know how very much these sacrifices mean to me.

I'm anchored to earth by God and I feel His love very deeply and I know He does not hand me more than I am capable of but I also know He wants me to lean into Him for strength and wisdom.  

Keeping it real with you as always I vow to never sugarcoat this trip because honestly, you have to know the possibilities and you have to know you aren't alone.  Tomorrow will be a new and hopefully better day, but frankly....this one kind of sucks.