My calendar tells me it's Thursday.
My head tells me it mattereth not. There is no month. There is no week. There is no day.
"There is no spoon."
My life is a series of two to three hour blocks, feeding a baby around the clock. When not occupied doing that I am guessing the animals my boys are pretending to be, admiring homemade swords, negotiating sharing deals, washing dishes or laundry, nagging about chores and reading time, zoning out in the rocking chair while bouncing a bouncer with my foot and answering all the "Mom! Look at this!" requests, making super simple meals or reheating leftovers, putting my feet up in an effort to facilitate rest and healing for my sliced open torso, and sometimes I manage to shower and change out of my pajamas. Lately, baby's (someone needs to come up with a good blog nickname...) schedule at night allows for veg time with Bret for a good movie and a fancy soda.
So, please forgive me for almost not realizing that things such as Thursdays still exist.
And since it's Thursday I'll tell you that I am thankful for all the service given to me and mine over the past few weeks. The time and effort expended, the meals, the cleaning fairies who have visited twice!, the visits (though we're blocking future visits until flu season is over), the diapers, the gifts, the well-wishes, and the prayers.
Surrounded by angels, I tell you what. And I'm married to the best one.
And now...for the most part I'm on my own. No more husband home during the day. No more visits (did I mention I'm quarantine...ing my boys?). No more meals brought in. Wish me luck.
What are you thankful for today?