Today is Scott's last day of work before winter break. To be honest, I'm not sure who is more excited about his being home. He is giddy as he is looking forward to lounging around and relaxing for twelve straight days. I am excited about the respite of his help caring for Robby, and his assistance with the housework. I think that compromise is going to be in our future so we can both get the vacation we deserve.
holiday season has been especially difficult. I am accustomed to being
constantly in motion, busy with a project or various activities. With
Robby being sick and my being hurt, everything has stopped. You would
think I would be well-rested because of how little has been
accomplished. Instead of getting things done, I've been treading water
just trying to take care of Robby. Caring for a sick child is an
all-consuming activity which leaves room for nothing else, including my
I am trying to shake the guilt I was feeling
about not baking obscene numbers of cookies for the holiday. At this
point, it would not be much fun and the task would be something else I
have to do, rather than an activity I enjoy. Circumstances this year
have intervened with my Christmas traditions. Rather than beat myself up
for it (my normal course of action), I am trying to let it go and to
adapt. I realized that nobody is going to turn me away from their door
if I show up with a plate full of cookies on Valentine's Day!
I have been lamenting all of the holiday short-cuts I have taken, Robby
is excited about Christmas in spite of the lack of trimmings and
traditions. We have a Christmas tree and vanilla Oreos. In the eyes of a
six year old, that is really all we need to celebrate!
next few days I am going to try to take a lesson from Robby. Instead of
looking at everything that isn't done or all of the decorations that are
missing, I'm going to try to enjoy what we have accomplished. I am
learning to be happy with Oreos and a lopsided Christmas tree.