This past week was the hardest (thus far) in a string of hard weeks. I wasn't sure I'd make it out in one piece. But I did. Maybe not in the best of shape, but I made it. (I think the line I'm looking for is "I'm not broke, but you can see the cracks.")
Hubby has been coming through like a champ in all of this craziness, taking up slack wherever I leave it laying around. (Which is everywhere.) Wednesday he showed up at work, 10 minutes before a meeting that promised to not be pretty, with a venti soy hot chocolate. I think he saved my life then.
But I still wound up at the weekend feeling, in no small way, the physical toll this space in time is taking on me.
And when I found myself at Sunday morning, already starting to fret about what hadn't been done yet, as well as what needs to be done in the week to come, Hubby pulled me close. Then he cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed, dusted, and did dishes.
And I laced up my hiking boots and didn't worry about things for an hour.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
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I am sorry that things have been hard for you lately. I wish I could have had that hour for a hike because my sunday was go go go. And then it is 10pm and all I have done was get stuff ready so we can be busy all week long.
Oh I'm so sorry you're going through such a hard time. But I'm really glad you have such a wonderful Hubby to help you through it. Seriously, that man is amazing. I'm also glad you got a moment of peace to yourself to just breathe. I hope it will help carry you through the rest of what you have to face. In the meantime, {hugs} to you.
I'm sorry it's so hard, but I'm glad you've got support! Hubby sent me out for a walk last night too... it would have been more fun with you!
Hang in there...
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