I’m still really struggling. The arthritis or bursitis or fibro or whatever is going on with my shoulders / neck / upper back / jaw is totally out of control and I’m doing everything I can think of to do, but nothing’s really helping so far. The pain is insane and I’ve been hit with crushing fatigue at the same time. I think I’ve cried every single day for the last week and a half. But the show must go on… We have jobs. Briony has school and extra-curricular activities. My best friend had her birthday party this weekend.
Life keeps moving forward. And so, I keep moving forward.
This weekend, Geoff was working Friday, Saturday, and Sunday (day shifts, so – if all goes well – he’s gone from just before 6 AM until just after 8 PM). I managed to get Briony and I ready and out the door to daycare / school and work – and home again at the end of the day. We snuggled in bed while dinner was in the oven. Then I fed her and put her to bed before I CRASHED. On Saturday, we ran a few errands and I took her to dance class. Then we went to my parents’ place – and my mom and dad kind of took over. They fed us. They took care of us. My dad built a skating trainer for Briony and dusted off his hundred year old skates and spent an hour teaching her how to skate on the St Vital duck pond while I just had to watch and cheer her on. They babysat in the evening so I could go to Emily’s birthday dinner. And when Briony came down with a stomach bug on Sunday morning, nobody blinked – they spent their whole Sunday helping me help her (and sent me home with dinner for Geoff).
This weekend should have been awful. But it didn’t feel awful. I’m actually pretty sure that I’ll remember it as a great weekend. That’s the difference love makes.