So the other day (which means a vague sometime in the past but not necessarily recently. We're liberal with our definitions here) I wrote about getting an inspiration in the temple that I needed to slow m life down. I tried! I thought seriously about it and everything.
But the reality of life for me is that I am the Mama of a large family. Six kids at home rely on me for food, clothing, love, and attention. I am the homemaker in charge of a house and land. It's not huge, but there are always things that need cleaning up, fixing up, taking out, and tuning up. I am the primary caregiver to a wonderful man and his Parkinson's Disease and he's not improving. This disease is slowly stealing him and his abilities away from us. And not lastly (but bestly!) I am the wife of a good man. I'm so lucky to be the one to love him.
None of this will let up. In spite of the fact that we cleaned the front room yesterday, it needs to be cleaned again. The laundry does not stay folded and put away. Kids need to go to school again. Track practice got out late and the boys need a ride home. He needs a new pair of shoes. She needs her hair brushed. They need dinner (seriously guys? We just ate yesterday! Can't we call that good?).
And in the middle of all this thinking about slowing down and realizing that life was just not going to make this easy for me, I got a phone call from the doctor's office. "So sorry, sweetie (she always calls me that and I love her for it). The blood test results came back and you have Epstein Barr. You need to get your back on the couch and stay there until this flare settles down." Wait, what? What is it, exactly? Didn't I have mono already when I was twelve? It comes back? How bad is that? How long will it take? "Probably a month until you start feeling a bit better, but the fatigue can hang on for a while."
The fatigue. Oh, I remember that part. I was too sick to go to sixth grade for weeks. My mom would take me to the doctor's office for more tests and I'd still be panting when we got there from the exertion of walking out my front door to the car. Sometimes I had to crawl down the hallway to the bathroom because I was too exhausted to walk. I lived on the old hide-a-bed couch in the living room where Mom could keep an eye on me. Then they got new blue couches and they moved me and my old brown plaid one under the peninsula counter in the kitchen. I was always so tired and never even wanted to move.
And I get to do that again? Oh goody.
So now I live on the couch again. Sometimes in the front room, and sometimes on the squishy green couches in the back room. And sometimes I hide in my bedroom while Trent makes dinner and David hosts his own birthday party with his friends. Lots of times I get up and do things, which I thnk is ok - in tiny amounts. Because if I do any more than a microscopic amount, I pay for it afterwards.
It's hard to slow down. I appreciate my family more than ever. Trent is a dear to take care of half of everything I can't do. David and Eddie have each made dinner this week (er, helped, but they are getting better). Angel unloads the dishwasher. The twins cleaned the bathroom, and it is actually cleaner now than when they started! Even Chris was kind and was willing to help out (when he's not at school or work or track - which is not very much). I'm blessed with wonderful people around me.
So we'll see what lessons I get to learn from this adventure! Patience, I'm sure. And gratitude. And being able to see the things in slo-mo that I miss on fast-forward. Stay tuned... I'm not going anywhere!
And thanks, Lord, for giving me a heads-up there at the organ. I appreciate that.