Not sure there is even a moon out right now. But I am awake. Woke up because I tried to roll over and the shoulder started acting up. Bad shoulder bad. Ron gave me a hydrocodone as I was in tears. I can’t even describe the pain.. its sharp and feels like someone has pulled on it.
Ron came to bed tonight after me. I think he takes that time after I go to bed to just have time to himself. Where he doesn’t have the kids or me making demands on him. He came to bed tonight asking what more he could do and that he felt like he wasn’t doing enough. Wow!
This man, worked on his bus route today, took care of kids, fed them and me lunch (3 different sandwiches), took me to Dr, cleaned up after supper, did all the medications, put the kids to bed and then went down and worked at the church. What more can he do he asks? Think he is doing plenty.
It is hard on one’s pride not to be able to do the simple things. And hard having to ask for help to do some things. Or having to wait to do it in someone else’s time. It’s a bit maddening, especially for a type A personality. I am learning a lot and I mean a lot (like a truckload) of patience. Which is probably the best thing in the world. God’s time not mine.
I just heard the clock chime. It’s from my mom’s house. It chimes every quarter of the hour. Reminds me of her and makes me smile. She had 3 of the big clocks that made noise and a small anniversary clock. None of them were ever in sync. So you had 3 that would chime and one that did various songs. I think my dad doesn’t miss the cacophony of noise. He kept the musical clock only.
Speaking of time (good segue, huh), time to try to go back to sleep. The magic pain pill is taking hold.
Thankful to God that I have each of these days, both good and bad, because each day brings something new to learn.