Oh gosh...what a week it's been.
Monday - the first day of school. Caleb started third grade, Hanna started seventh.
At the middle school.
The really big, 3 story, just about 1000 student middle school.
One came home excited, one came home in tears.
Caleb has already had two different best friends, while Hanna is struggling just a bit to find her place. We've been incredibly blessed by the friends who have helped us through this week - some by checking in on Hanna at school and others by simply listening to me stress and chatter on.
I spent the early part of the week truly doubting my decision to send them back to school this year, and even spent a few minutes looking at homeschool curriculum online...until I had this sudden, crazy blanket of peace wrapped around me during some prayer time one day. I am confident again, like I was last Spring, that homeschooling isn't in our future for right now. That's certainly not to say it won't ever be, but for now - this is what we're supposed to be doing.
I started out the week in rather awesome fashion - getting up at 6:15 so I could work out before the kids were up, sending Caleb off to school with Tom, doing my Bible Study while Hanna finished getting ready and then getting to work in my studio after taking her to school. I accomplished quite a bit of new listings, finished and cleaned up before anyone got home and put wonderful, healthy dinners on the table.
And then Wednesday, woke up with the worst fibromyalgia flare up I've had in at least a year. My joints ached, every pressure point on my body was screaming in pain...I could hardly walk, much less work or exercise. By Thursday, I could barely write and it felt as if I had cramps just waiting under the surface to explode all through my legs. Today has been the first morning that I've gotten out of bed without my feet feeling like they're filled with pins and needles, and have been able to walk without staggering or limping.
I hate it. That truly is the only word I can find to describe how I feel about what fibromyalgia does to my body and emotions. I hate that no matter how well I eat, how much I exercise, how much of everything I do to make it better...it just doesn't seem to matter. A few days of diffferent, of stress, of a new schedule throw me for a loop and cause me to lose three days to pain, random fevers and even more random swelling.
But enough whining.
The week ended on a great note - Hanna had her dance classes Thursday evening, and Tom and I were able to resume our Friday morning dates with a trip to Whole Foods (I know, we're crazy romantic that way!). And I have to admit, it was lovely to drop everyong off at school to spend an hour wandering a grocery store without any fighting or pouting or whining. We spent the afternoon watching a movie and then let Hanna pick a restaurant for dinner.
And now we have a weekend...a normal, do nothing weekend. The house needs to be picked up a bit, although I forgot how much cleaner it stays when the kids aren't home all day long. We need some groceries. Church tomorrow. Next week begins an extra-busy few weeks with concerts, seminary starting back up, and trips to California culminating with Uncle Dale's wedding on September 18th. I'm looking forward to them, but I'm also really treasuring this quiet couple of days.
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