I was a little premature with my "I'm feeling BETTER!" declaration. But last week I caved, swallowed my pride and got some magical anti- nausea medication, I can now say with certainty that I AM feeling better. And that I should have done it a long time ago. But the important thing is that life is looking up at the moment.
Yesterday morning we had an impromptu Fall cleaning. Another pride swallow. I usually have a death grip on all things housework and I want to do it and I want to do it my way. But yesterday it was a group effort, and by "group" I mean we shipped the boys down to the basement so they could trash their toy room while we made the upstairs sparkle. And did it ever sparkle! Tom has even been doing some laundry. Having the extra help feels a-maz-ing. I love having help. I should have done that a long time ago too.
Last October we attempted to make caramel apples. And that went...well. This year, wiser and more experienced, we made caramel apples that were not only edible, but delicious.
Progress. I love progress.
The boys didn't make it much farther than the caramel coating. But everyone knows that's the best part anyway.
And with that success, and our sparkling house, I'm ready to ride this fabulous progress wave and stand by my declaration...
...I AM FEELING BETTER!
And that makes everyone feel better. I don't know if it's raging hormone related or part of my I-feel-sick-everyday black hole, or just that sliver of my nature that tries to be painfully perfect, but I've felt uneasy lately about everything that I love doing. Blogging, writing, photographing. Everything felt so wrong that I felt silly doing it. But after a lot of tossing and turning and praying, that is feeling better too. Progress, progress, progress.
And with that, I have the next few weeks to finalize Halloween plans and costumes and ride that progress wave ride through fall....
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