No More Mondays – 6/26/17
I have decided to stop writing for Monday. It has become too stressful. Here’s the reason: My husband takes me home in the afternoon on Saturday. Then I enjoy the evening with my family. Sometimes we have a campfire or experience a movie night together. (It’s our time.) Then I sleep at my house. (Usually on the recliner. Darin brought our bed downstairs, but it’s too flat!) We are starting to remodel soon. (Permits, aghhhhh!) So we will have a main floor bedroom and large bathroom, and I can return home permanently, hopefully in the fall. (Yay!)
Sunday, we begrudgingly get up (a slow process,) attend church, and then relax the day away. (That’s what Sundays are for?) I return to the rehab home quite late Sunday night, and I’m exhausted from all that ‘relaxing.’ (We have a busy household! Everyone is catching me up.)
My husband is a saint. He helps me (including other reluctant children) do everything. That includes changing, dressing, transferring, obtaining food, pill administering, everything. He says he’s happy to do it, but I know his body language all too well. It’s not always fine on his chronic bad back. Now and then the patience level is low. (It’s called caregiver burnout.) I feel guilty for that. Although, I have learned to pick my battles. (Ya know, when to shut up, and what to let slide, which is difficult for this perfectionist.)
Here we go again! The start of a new week!
Anyway, long story short, skipping my Monday blog would give me more quality time with my family. And “that’s what it’s all about!” Thanks for your support!