You know, like, flying home from an awesome vacation, but ready to begin anew. Get a fresh start on life back at home. I was totally there. We travelled home from California all day Saturday. I was excited. Spring was on the horizon in NYC, I was feeling refreshed and ready to get back into the swing of things...only better. I was making those resolutions: eat healthy, run every morning, no more shows for the kids, etc. Sunday was going to be the big day. I was ready to plow full steam ahead and make life better.
I woke up Sunday morning in pain. I had the worst sore throat I'd ever experienced; I was pretty certain it was strep. I was cranky and exhausted. I couldn't swallow anything. It persisted. I couldn't get in to see my doctor until Tuesday. On Tuesday I woke up my eye was crusted shut. Strep and pink eye??!! Come on!
It was time to give up and give in. I was ready to turn on the movies for the kids while I just sat like a lump on the couch and browsed pinterest. I headed to the doctor and was there for two stinking hours with my two boys. (I would have dropped them off at a friend's house, but I was worried they might be sick with what I have.)
What was amazing was the miracles that started to happen:
**Oliver slept the entire two hours in the stroller while at the doctors office.
**I ran into a friend I hadn't seen in years and was inspired and uplifted by her, her spirit and energy.
**I don't have strep. Only a really bad virus that is attacking my head and throat. I'm finally feeling better this morning.
**Ibuprofen is amazing!
**My two boys are actually both napping, at the same time, right now! My insides
But the biggest miracle of all:
Yesterday after two grueling hours at the doctors office I came home. I walked in the door. The lights were on. I was a little nervous. It smelled a bit funny too. And there was a strange sound coming from the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and instantly teared up when I saw this:
|The Danby Designer Portable Dishwasher|
(please excuse Oliver's silly expression:))
(and, yes, that is the actual size of our entire kitchen)
Maybe it is all so silly that I am so in love with this little appliance, but I am. My heart literally goes pitter-patter when I hear her purr and swish. (Maybe it's because I'm sick too. ;0))
I'm sure that day will come when I will take her for granted. When I've forgotten the many hours I stood at the tiny sink scrubbing dishes. When beads of sweat would sting my eyes as I scrubbed dishes during the hot, humid summer. Or when I had to stand, twisted sideways, with my hip to the sink, so I could scrub dishes when I was hugely pregnant. But for now, and I'm sure for many
months years, I will adore this little machine. I guess my efforts to want what I have, rather that wish for more, have been fairly successful. I didn't realize how much I really wanted one until now.*
You know how to win your woman's heart!
*We had done a lot of research and almost bought this machine (used, off craigslist) a few times, but it never worked out. And I had, in a sense, given up and just didn't think much about it the last few months. Life demanded other things and I was content with the abundance I had. It was a complete surprise!