The house is a disaster. There is not one clean dish in the cupboard. The laundry has not been done in two weeks. Sugar shredded 5 or 6 boxes and the living room floor is littered with cardboard pieces. No one has vacuumed. I arrive home from work and know I cannot do anything about it today. I sigh. Tomorrow. I will have the energy to clean tomorrow. I sit in the recliner and try not to look at the stacks needing attention.
Kiel comes home. I do not expect him to be aware of how bad things are. He has his assignments, his friends, his teaching preparation. And he has not been feeling well. I am sure he will drop off stuff and head out again. But he doesn't. I do not ask him to clean, but he digs in. First the kitchen and those piles of dirty dishes. Then the living room. Drew arrives midstream and gets assigned laundry which he managed to take care of even if without great enthusiasm.
You cannot imagine what a boost that was to my being. Best of all, I had mentioned to a co worker that my weekend plans were to clean the house which was a wreck, and she called half way through the boys activity to offer her services as well. I was so touched that despite her hectic schedule she would be willing to devote time to fixing a messy household!
I sat back in the chair, sipped my chamomile tea, closed my eyes, and thanked the good Lord for all the grace flowing in my direction. What an amazing Friday! Not a bad way to end a long, strenuous week.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
I Win!
Every year Roberts has a benefits fair. Its usually around the lunch hour, and you can reapply for flex spending accounts or add someone to your insurance plan or change what you are enrolled in.
There are also representatives from local banks, health programs, and the college bookstore. Every table has some sort of drawing with a prize, and there are also food tables with apples and cookies and other goodies. Most tables also have some sort of swag with their logo - last year I got a wonderful little sewing kit, the year before a first aid kit to keep in my desk drawer.
This year, I wasn't sure I would be able to walk clear over to the cultural life center, and I saved it for the end of my time on campus. I got there OK and took the elevator to the atrium. It was nice to see the familiar faces of friends in HR, and we chatted a bit while I picked up my enrollment forms. I wandered from table to table, signing up for the drawings and picking up a few freebies - a new squishy hand exercising blue foam star, a pen, a bottle of water.
I thought about the free chair massage, but there was always someone there, and I was tiring, so I passed. I managed to get as far as the elevator before rubber legs hit, but it wasn't the kind of tired that meant I had to sit immediately or fall over. I ambled slowly in the direction of the parking lot, and sank gratefully into the car seat, resting before attempting the drive home.
I didn't think much about the benefits fair until someone told me I had won one of the drawings - the one from the bookstore! I was so surprised - I don't often win door prizes. This was a lovely red water bottle with the RWC logo on it. I could feel my luck turning. No more tough breaks for me. No sir. I plan to keep up the winning streak! Why shouldn't I enjoy some good? I am done with the bad things. Time to get back to enjoying life. After all, goodness and mercy follow me all the days of my life. I'll take it!
There are also representatives from local banks, health programs, and the college bookstore. Every table has some sort of drawing with a prize, and there are also food tables with apples and cookies and other goodies. Most tables also have some sort of swag with their logo - last year I got a wonderful little sewing kit, the year before a first aid kit to keep in my desk drawer.
This year, I wasn't sure I would be able to walk clear over to the cultural life center, and I saved it for the end of my time on campus. I got there OK and took the elevator to the atrium. It was nice to see the familiar faces of friends in HR, and we chatted a bit while I picked up my enrollment forms. I wandered from table to table, signing up for the drawings and picking up a few freebies - a new squishy hand exercising blue foam star, a pen, a bottle of water.
I thought about the free chair massage, but there was always someone there, and I was tiring, so I passed. I managed to get as far as the elevator before rubber legs hit, but it wasn't the kind of tired that meant I had to sit immediately or fall over. I ambled slowly in the direction of the parking lot, and sank gratefully into the car seat, resting before attempting the drive home.
I didn't think much about the benefits fair until someone told me I had won one of the drawings - the one from the bookstore! I was so surprised - I don't often win door prizes. This was a lovely red water bottle with the RWC logo on it. I could feel my luck turning. No more tough breaks for me. No sir. I plan to keep up the winning streak! Why shouldn't I enjoy some good? I am done with the bad things. Time to get back to enjoying life. After all, goodness and mercy follow me all the days of my life. I'll take it!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Work Schedule
Last week I made myself work four hours a day. By the time I completed a half day, I was more than ready to get home and collapse. Often I would get that rubber leg shaky feeling. This week I have pushed to work five hours a day. I still have to go home and just rest before retiring early, but I manage the five hours OK. There is no energy left to deal with house needs or errands.
The boys have let go of the helping part, assuming that since treatments are done, I am well. I ignore the piles of laundry and dishes, looking the other way. I cannot ask them to keep helping in addition to their studies and extracurricular activities. They deserve freedom to return to normal. I will just have to wait until the weekend and apply the four hours of work time to the dishes.
I only hope I can hold out that long! (Please God don't let the inspector general pay any surprise visits!)
The boys have let go of the helping part, assuming that since treatments are done, I am well. I ignore the piles of laundry and dishes, looking the other way. I cannot ask them to keep helping in addition to their studies and extracurricular activities. They deserve freedom to return to normal. I will just have to wait until the weekend and apply the four hours of work time to the dishes.
I only hope I can hold out that long! (Please God don't let the inspector general pay any surprise visits!)
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