A Long Day of Sleep
I woke up to the sound of kids feet running overhead and a dog who is supposed to be resting from his surgery running just as fast with what we call his centipede legs. I roll onto the side and see it is only 9am and then I hear my own dogs barking and my body asking me to use the washroom. I manage to crawl out of the cradle of pillows and blankets and get my feet to the floor and I walk into my living room and open the dog crate and release the hounds into the outside world.
[Tweet “The sun!! It has been missing so long!”]
My throat still hurts, not as bad as it had yesterday but it is still raw and my voice is cracking as I say good morning on my way to the washroom.
I notice the sun.
The sun!! It has been missing so long and I sit in the window for a few minutes and look outside and feel the sun’s rays entering into me. Filling me up, bringing back the warmth of my bed. The dogs run around and play. They swim. They watch the kids on the trampoline and they say “goodmorning” to my mom and dad and I feel so blessed despite this nasty springtime pneumonia that has yanked me down.
I am hungry but nothing seems appetizing. I have some juice and feel that familiar sting in my throat reminding me how sick I still am. After about an hour I call the dogs back in and give them breakfast and retreat back to my bed. No energy at all. I turn on a movie I have seen at least 300 times – I know this because I play it to drown out the noise of the house when I am in need of rest.
I take the dreaded medication and I fall asleep.
I wake up to a brightened window in my room indicating it’s about dinner time. I throw on some different pj’s and drag my body upstairs where burgers and about to pop on the grill and my dad and brother talk to loudly and my kids discuss what is important to them today, which happens to be the same thing as yesterday. The NEED for an Iphone and the “it’s not fair” argument that always follows.
We eat and I am still in a haze.
I make a cup of coffee with my Kitchenaid one cup maker and I enjoy the sweet taste of coffee and sugar blended perfectly like that’s how they were meant to be. It’s quarter to 10 pm now and I am still sipping on that almost completely cold coffee and I am back in my bed. Looking at the pile of books I want to read, the emails that I need to respond to and my body continues to ache.
I pray that these little people know how much I love them and I pray that they know I am doing my best under the circumstances. I pray that they too will know the Lord and love Him in a very profound way. Yes, I pray. It is the only way to get through the day.
How did your Sunday look? Is your normal day anything like mine?