...is what I wish I had. I suppose these times when the clutter gets out of hand can teach me something. Patience, for one, or maybe the larger meaning of patience, which is surrender. Control is when I get what I want, and surrender is when I recognize that I don't get what I want, and I decide to accept it.
Gosh I'm tired tonight. I don't suppose any of this makes sense, but it does mean something to me. The clutter in the house is piling up. Julia is swamped with Maddy's care, I have been buried with end-of-school grading (a little) and taking care of Mark (a lot) and Maleena (some).
Maddy gained 3/4 of an ounce last week. She's only in the 6th percentile for weight. Julia is being diligent about following up with doctors appointments and advocating for a helpful diagnosis. Maleena had five teeth pulled yesterday. She was in a lot of pain yesterday, but is making improvement today. Mark had his prostate removed for cancer last Thursday. His recuperation is slow and difficult.
I have a huge writing assignment due tonight for my PSU class. I have it written (25 pages double-spaced), and just need to go back and revise it a bit. Thank goodness this professor encourages email submission of the final assignment. Every other professor I've had in this program wants a printed copy under their office door by a certain time.
My house is cluttered, and my writing is, too.
2 comments:
Sure do love you, Mom!
I love reading your blog. I think you are pretty awesome.
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