It's A Wonderful Life

I have had a crappy week.
My allergies are in full force. I have a horrible cold or flu or something mean, that is causing me much grief. I am sweating and freezing at the same time. My head is like a balloon. Sergio is afraid to sleep in the same room with me (sorry Baby, you WILL catch this anyway. Too late!)
I know I will feel better soon. This will pass...
I have had some finance crisis that has had me in a frenzy. My job had me stressed too.
I have that settled now.
Our closing on the new house was suppose to take place a week ago. We finally got a Clear To Close on Thursday morning. But the jerky seller is being an ass, and although he knew we had movers planned for this perfect, extended weekend to close, decided to make us wait till Tuesday. So we have lost four days that neither of us had to work, plus the girls were planning to come home to help, just because the seller wanted to be a jerk. After the closing, Sergio has to go out of town on Tuesday so, it is going to be a slow difficult move alittle each day move now.
BUT...
I am okay with it.
As my daughter reminded me, worrying about it or getting angry, won't change things. It is, what it is. I have always said this and now it is time for me to take some of my own advice.

I had a funeral to go to earlier this week. Betty, a lovely woman that was the assistant leader in my Camp Fire Troop. She was 86. I felt so bad that I had lost touch. I had not seen her in years. Occasional run into her daughter, my childhood friend, and would catch up, but we rarely saw each other. Before the funeral I met up with three other Camp Fire Sisters and we got caught up before arriving at the funeral home. We then gathered with our friend that lost her Mom and promised each other we would keep in touch better. No more only seeing each other at times like these. We have a get together planned already. Betty, will be so proud to know she has brought us back together.
Some good from a sad situation.

I have so much to be grateful for.
God has truly Blessed my life.
Sometimes we (I) get so caught up in the things that drag me down, that I forget to look at the big picture. All the wonderful things in my life. I have such an exciting future that is only going to get better. Good things are happening. So a few things do not go according to MY plan. Am I forgetting this is all a part of HIS plan for me? I need to remember to truly give all my worries, my fears, my anxieties, and my joys to God. Then, and only then, can I enjoy what I have.
ps.. Thank you Mary for reminding me of this.
Mine is a WONDERFUL life.

I am Alive...

I am still sick, but as Mom, you do not get much of a sick day. The whole household seems to fall apart. Things need to be done and unfortunately they don't get done if Mom is on the "sick pillow".

My Annie is trying to stay away form home. When she is here she is armed with a bottle of Clorox, "really Mom, please stay back". Although at midnight when she had what she thought was a wasp but was only one of those nasty ugly bugs we keep finding, flying in her room, who did she call? Not Dad but Mom. After I rescued her, she asked me to, "please leave her room, really, don't mean to be mean but please get out". Sergio just wanted to know what the commotion was all about. I asked her to put the dishes in the dishwasher away,so I don't have to touch them. Guess who just put them away? I had too! The sink was piled (remember I haven't eaten so these are not my messes! I will give her credit though, she ran out and got me pop sickles as I gave these to her when she is sick. It is the only thing that stays down.

I am trying to get up and about this afternoon. It seems I am needed in many areas. Things just don't get done. The cats & dogs are happy to see me up. Their food bowls have been filled & they are thankful. My dogs faithfully stayed by my side throughout my stay in bed. They are so sweet and were truly concerned.

Isn't it funny how when the husband or children are sick we are waiting on them hand and foot. Concerned and doing anything to make them comfy? When I am sick I know they are concerned, but sometimes it seems more about who's going take care of us?