On Sept 9, my husband injured himself at work, he completely detached his right bicep muscle. He had surgery on October 9 and has been at home recovering since then. Kindergarten started for my oldest on September 8Th and my little guy began preschool on September 15Th.
Life has been a whirlwind of doctors appointments, field trips, and other school activities. Now throw in some volunteering that I do into the mix and stir. The end result is one whacked out momma! Too tired to talk, too tired to think, too tired to write and well frankly too tired to live. By living I mean that I have been feeling like I’m just going through the motions, not truly living my life. By doing all the “right” things, some things have turned incredibly wrong.
Sunday afternoon had come and we were out with the boys treat or treating at the local college. I soon realized that I was just a walking zombie and not fully there with my boys. The disaster just kept unfolding throughout the night and then a clam came when I just surrendered and let the boys sit on me as we watched a movie. I then realized what I had done wrong. In caring for everyone else’s needs I forgot to take care of the caregiver-ME. I haven’t been writing my blog, I haven’t been doing my shred, I haven’t been playing or having any fun.
I’m a firm believer that all that running around and “doing” things for other people mean nothing if you are empty inside. I’ve learned that I am the only one that can take of myself and in doing that I am able to enrich the lives of my friends and family. Taking care of yourself is so much harder than caring for others, but it’s only in that way that you can truly live a blessed and full life.
So now that I’m all enlightened again – I vow to blog everyday ( I have 2 great giveaways coming and 2 book reviews!) , back to the shred ( somehow I still lost 1 more pound) and my favorite escape – My tub!