Today has physically and mentally been a long day. Even though it didn’t turn out the way I imagined, I’m so grateful for another year. You see, today is my birthday. 25 years ago my life started and I’m so grateful to have turned 25. Even though the number always scares me a little bit every year. But the thing is – I don’t feel 25. I guess it’s because I had this imagine of how 25 would feel and look like from a young age. And now that it has arrived, I don’t feel a day over 20, maybe 21. It’s like time stopped 5 years ago, even though it didn’t.
My plans today were having a huge breakfast, taking my son to daycare and then continuing the day with my daughter. I planned to meet my mum and we would have coffee and cake. I would take her home to my house and cut her hair, pick up my son and start dinner. I wanted my brother to come visit us and we would all have cake together, and maybe I would open some presents. All of this never happened because it couldn’t. And even though we plan, God plans as well and He is the Best of Planners.
Today didn’t happen has I imagined but I’m still so grateful for the family I’ve got, for my two healthy children who even at hard times bring a smile to my face, and for another year. God willing, I will have many more to come with my family by my side.
A sick little child is fast asleep and I’m hoping and praying that my little boy will get well soon. Tiny bodies like his shouldn’t have to go through being sick three times in less than two months. Especially when his illness lasts a week or more.
All three of us have caught some sort of cold, one worse than the last. I even took a late night drive to the grocery store to buy lemons and ginger. If only I could be sick for him, but I know it doesn’t work like that.
But I’ll always be a mother first no matter job I have or how old I get. Very reassuring in a way but with a great deal of responsibility. There’s nothing more comforting than to know that I can hold my baby boy and he’ll feel safe right in my arms.
Spring was right around the corner and then over night we were snowed in. Not literally but I was too scared to drive to work by myself so asked my dear father to take me. Luckily he said yes and even though I came 20 minutes late we all got home safe in the end. But after that awful long day, working 8,5 hours I could feel I was getting sick. So the last two days I’ve been trying to get enough sleep so that my body will recover before the weekend is over. Drinking tons of lemon water and tea. And lets not forget, I’m at tissue pack number six so it’s safe to say that my nose is bright red and a little sore.
So I’ve been sitting on the same exact spot for the last three days. Sleeping, drinking countless cups of tea with the exception of a coffee and a hot cocoa here and there. I’ve catched up on some tv-shows but most importantly some well needed sleep. I can’t remember the last time I slept more than 9 hours in a row and for the last couple of days I’ve actually manage to sleep more than 10 hours a night and even sleep a little in the mid of day. And what I’ve noticed is that time goes by so slowly when you have absolutely nothing to do which is great because there is always something on my agenda, every single day. That’s probably why this cold came at the time when I was most exhausted from all the stress and work around me. I didn’t get enough sleep, I didn’t listen to my body and hear what it had to say and in the end non of the countless overtime helped me anything in my life.
“Take care of your body – it’s the only place you have to live in”