It’s already the second weekend of the year and there is still so much to do.
My hope for you is that you feel like you’ve hit some marks getting towards your goals and you’ll see the next week through with the Lord’s guidance.
Here’s what my family has been up to this week.
It’s been a long week. I am tired. If I didn’t take a few photos and write a few notes here and there, I would have only remembered the last few days.
Starting on Sunday, January 4, my husband and oldest were the only ones who went to church. We had been fighting pink eye this week and we didn’t want to give it to anyone at church, just in case so me and the two youngest stayed home.
After church, my oldest asked to do finger knitting again, so he sat next to me while I crocheted a yellow hat for my youngest. My youngest had been asking me for a Minion hat and I hope to finish it this coming week.
On Tuesday, I got the chance to journal a bit and I wrote out my favorite form of motivation. After much thought, I realized that it is ‘seeing progress.’ The top three things that motivate me are (1) An organized system, or one that has been proven to work, (2) beauty in the system – meaning that when it looks simple and pretty (think gorgeous Pinterest pins and set-ups), and (3) accountability. When I know that someone is checking on me, I get motivated to do what I was asked to do or supposed to do, such as an assignment at work or having the personal trainer ask me how healthy I ate during the week.
Why do I mention this?
Because sometimes I write stuff down, and it’s not necessarily in the blog format. I carry around with me a journal of all types, the one seen in my lap while I crochet. There are crochet patterns in there, notes to self, random brain dumps, to-do lists, etc. all just to get it out of my head. I need it and it works for me.
I wrote a blog post on Tuesday, just because I felt like it. It’s call A Day in My Life – Lately. Over it I go over what seems like the mundane things, but why they are important. I know I have an affect on others lives. I am privileged to know so many people and want them to know they are important. This is something I hope to pass onto my children – that they are here for a purpose, even if it was to put a toilet seat on their mothers potty or take photos of a roadway.
Wednesday was where it was wonderfully calm. I was still stressed out but my children and husband needed me and I was there for them. I don’t even remember what happened that day. That in itself is pretty sad but at the same time, I am glad for the mundane.
Thursday the 8th we had a Cub Scout Den meeting after work. We covered two parts of Requirement No. 5, part a, do a poster on your favorite animal and part e, name and talk about an animal that is extinct.
My oldest has always enjoyed learning about the caiman. He’s written papers on the caiman before and today was no exception. Below is a close up of the poster and I posted this particular photo on Instagram.
Look at that drawing! I just think it’s so wonderful that he put so much detail work into his caiman picture. I didn’t notice until we got home that he even turned the letter “c” in the name of “caimans” to make it look like another caiman by drawing legs on it. Where does he come up with these things? Children are just amazing.
We’re planning a Den outing on January 19th to go to the zoo together to meet another couple requirements for part 5. I’m looking forward to it.
Friday came and I had planned to work out in the field again. I left the office in my truck around 830 AM and was at my destination by about 9. I spent all morning in the field and got a phone call from my mom at 1055 AM. She sounded exhausted and told me that she had fallen and couldn’t reach the phone until just then. I told her to call 911 to go the hospital because she mentioned that she thought her hand was broken. She asked me if I could come pick her up and I told her that by the time I got back to my car and switched it out, it would be at least an hour.
This was my mom’s hand on Friday in the hospital. DeAndrasCrafts.com
Long story short.
My dad ended up going over there to pick her up. After refusing to go the hospital at least three times, my father told her that even if she went to dialysis, they would have sent her to the hospital. She finally went and was at the ER before 1230 PM. She didn’t have a broken hand – it ended up being a really bad bruise and given her complications, it will look like that for quite a long time.
She had spent all morning on the floor, not near a phone. It’s terrifying to me and I wasn’t even there.
We are praying that the Lord guides my brother and I as well as the doctors to do what is best for her, obviously trying to grant her wishes.
This is why I am tired. She spent over 24-hours in the ER. Did I mention she went to the ER last week? I found out this makes hospitals look bad. You know, when patients go back to a hospital because of the same exact thing that happened a week before.
She couldn’t get up from a fall.
Her potassium levels are too high for her to get out right now. I am grateful the doctors and nurses are taking care of her.
Seriously though. This is emotionally exhausting. This is what reminds me that I can’t do it all.
I’m going to go see her tomorrow. I also took off next Tuesday just to take her to an appointment, assuming she’s out of the hospital.
This was part of the crazy week I had.
Again, it wasn’t all bad and exhausting.
Saturday I went to a day long ladies retreat and left feeling spiritually alive. I was still exhausted from spending the night-owl hours in the ER with my mom, but I felt better and know that God has a purpose and a plan for everything. My wonderful husband took care of the kiddos that day and they went to a birthday party.
I came home and found out my mom was still in the ER. As I write this it’s Sunday the 11th. I’ll post more about the day itself next week but I will say my mom now has her own room and will be there through Monday.
I hope you had a great week. I’m going to try to go to bed now. Big hug!