After a mind shattering week, I was trying to convince myself that today was a normal day, and not the end of a week I wouldn’t want to repeat any time soon.
The minute I saw this #Simply6Minutes image, my mind took off, remembering how many times I have wanted to do this. The sort of thing my younger self wouldn’t have hesitated to try. Of course, these days, I should imagine that shoehorning my six feet into such a small space would not be a clever idea.
Not that I am much good producing clever ideas these days, maybe I never was! However, seeing that image has loosened some of the grim I have been living with all week, reminding me that next week has to be better.
Along with my normal carer duties for my sister, I have been caring for number one son, who recently had dental surgery to remove ten teeth and treat a massive infection. He has been in dreadful pain, his face swollen like a hamster. I have watched helplessly as the healing process begins, feeling inadequate at best, bordering on stupid. I love to help, wherever I can, but not being able to make a difference is sad and soul destroying.
Along with running the household, the cooking and cleaning, and feeding Milo, who seems to be starving these days; there hasn’t been much time for anything else. But, I have managed to find the time to drive myself mad with a project of my own. I recently made the switch from Mailchimp to MailerLite, a learning curve I thought I was ready for. Maybe at another, less complicated time I would have been.
I experimented with a newsletter. Somehow, I managed to create one that seemed passable, only to find that when I published it, none of the links worked. Some of you may have received it, and wondered what the hell I was up to. Unlike Mailchimp, MailerLite are very helpful, but apparently, not helpful enough to sort out my muddles.
Trying to do this in less than perfect working conditions probably didn’t help, so aiming for success next week…
This post is a little longer than six minutes…
The weather has been dreadful too…
Ugh, you really have had the week from hell. I hope No.1 son feels better soon, and that next week is a far better week for all of you. -hugs-
p.s. I’d send you some nice, Spring sunshine except it’s raining here too. :/
I can already tell that next week could be better, Meeks… it certainly could be any worse. (or maybe I shouldn’t have said that?)
Te nice thing about tomorrow is it’s a whole new day.
You’ve managed to elicit a smile–even through the burdens of life. You are beautiful and strong. I’m sending hugs your way. 🤗
Your hugs are very welcome, Gwen… 🥰
Well, I am certainly glad this helped lift your spirits a bit! I can’t imagine being six feet tall and trying the shopping cart because even at my 5’3″ I’d probably get jammed and stuck pretty well! I’d have to have someone dump the cart over so I could roll out! 🤣
Just what I needed this morning, Christine… 👍
I was just responding to another post that when my dad was a kid, him and his brothers put the littlest brother in a baby carriage and sent him down a hill in Brooklyn! True story! I don’t know what happened to any of them but they all survived that incident! 🤣
Just the sort of thing we would have done, way back when…
Hugs and thinking of you 🤗💕🙂
Every day, it gets a little better, Harmony…
hugs
Thanks Annette… 💕