Ouch. Stretch. Yawn. Sigh. Snap. Crackle. Pop.
All that just to lift my coffee to my lips. Okay, maybe that is a tad bid exaggerated. But I am moving slowly. My body hurts from my hair follicles to my toe nails.
I have overworked my mind and my muscles this week getting my home back in order.
Today, we decorate for Christmas.
Raise the roof kids…I mean the ornament box lid. It’s time to hang those ornaments. Remember the rules. Neat. Tidy. Orderly. Up. Down. All the way around.
Wait a minute. Who am I kidding? “Live without regrets.” “Making memories.” “Remember how the blemishes got there.”
So, I calmly let the tidings roll.
One eye open…
Holding my breath…
This isn’t so bad…
Actually, this is fun…
Turn up the music…
This may just very well be may favorite tree we have had as a family. It is beautifully decorated and the ornaments are perfectly placed. Even the Lenox ones dangling from the very bottom where the munchkin kitties can attempt to swat them all day and all night with their tiny paws! So fun.
No stress. No directions. No one quit or complained. No huffing, puffing or are we done yets.
Lesson learned: letting my children take over today gave me a huge sense of pride. A sense of peace. A sense of calmness. A sense of security.
I myself sensed those same feelings from my mother as I spoke to her several times today. She is in pain. I hate that. Thankfully she trusts me. She trusts me to call her nurse for her to relay information. Together we can adjust her medications and work as a family to help her.
Another one of those, “Wow!” moments.