When I make reference to being loved, I don't mean that he feeds the fire of some sense of affection for me. No, he has the strength to make things happen and to pick me up when I am emotionally fallen. Things that seem so small to other people, can become so big when you have issues with emotional stability. The other day, I found myself sitting on the couch and crying, because I didn't want to wash the dishes or cook. I sniffled at my husband and he kissed the top of my head and nuzzled my hair, knowing that I didn't feel good. After all, simple things like cooking and cleaning are normal for me, and I do actually enjoy them. When I wanted to hide under a pillow and pout, DH made me give him a big 'ole hug. Then, he began cleaning our home. Just having a partner in doing menial chores was great. Things were done so quickly, and even when I stood at the sink with the dishes again, I wasn't feeling quite so bad. All it took was that first five minutes, of my husband showing me that I didn't have to do it alone, that he would help me or even do it all himself, if that would take the pressure off. I cycle at a high rate, so 20 minutes later you would never have guessed that before people started showing up at my house, I was a mushy wreak.
I love my husband. I thank God that he (and HE) loves me too. :o )
Today has been a similar funkiness. I stayed in bed for quite a while this morning, listening to DD's cartoons, and trying to will myself out of bed. I have been oddly tired lately, and fell asleep extra early last night after reading through this past week's text in our family's "Sunday Missal" and chapters 1 &2 of Acts. I decided to stop reading when the words got fuzzy and they weren't making much sense anyway. Odd. Real odd. Anyway, I slept a long time.
The rowing machine that DH bought me for my birthday helped me today. DH had been fooling with it last night, and had left it out when he went to bed. So, it was there when I got up. Instead of putting it away, I decided to go through a moderate/steady workout. Thirty minutes later, I was feeling much better, not only concerning my emotional slump, but that cake that I had too. *laughs* Folks should always take birthday cake leftovers home with them. Leaving it here is bad. Thankfully, I cut the pieces real small.
I am feeling better now, and have been contributing to my moderate lift of spirit with some good praise music. I am one of those people who are really effected by what they hear, and singing out some praises to the Lord really picks me up. Now I am ready start dinner, and to sit down with DD and work on her "school" work a bit.
Speaking of learning, I am just loving the Leap Pad + Writing that my dad got DD for Christmas. I was so loathe to open the box because of the fiasco at the holiday, but now I am grateful to have it. I decided that I wasn't going to make DD do without the gift because I was harboring some complicated feelings about my father. Anywho, we have been working on her alphabet and letters, and the booklet that she has really is helping to keep her interested. I like the fact that she can still trace the shapes of letters and numbers, and do the games, all without the pencil in the attached stylus. I let her use the pad for practice with her coordination, and then we write on paper with a regular pencil. Our fridge is wonderfully decorated with homemade worksheets, and DD has something to show her aunts when they come to visit. She is so proud. I also like the fact that I can bring her pad when we go out to eat, and she can work on her booklet while we wait. We did that this weekend, and it was so much more pleasant of a wait. In that regard, she is very much like her father, in that neither of them like to sit still for very long. I am more geared toward thinking, reading, planning, etc. They, however, prefer to just go and work through things with their hands. It's a good thing that they have me! lol It's a good thing that I have them! *laughs*
Alrighty, I'm off. I think that I'm going to fire up the grill tonight and BBQ some chicken for dinner. For some reason, it is so much more relaxing to cook food over an open fire. Yes, I'm weird, but we already know that. Just overlook the fact that I killed a whole package of hotdogs on saturday because I got distracted while talking with my family. Ooops! lol
Oh, and by the way, I wanted to show you part of a picture that I set up as my desktop image today. Isn't that rattie just so cute?! I love baby rats. Anyway, I thought that it looked like he was praying, so I added the text from 2 Chronicles 6:19-20. I thought it was fitting. Don't those ears make you think of fievel, from "An American Tail"? *chuckles* I just want to stick a little hat on the poor creature. lol
If it isn't terribly obvious, I am missing Henry today. It always made me feel good when I would rub his little brown head, and he would close his eyes with such obvious pleasure. Who else is going to play tag with me around the trees in the park? The dog isn't allowed, and kids are so much more fun for DD these days...... I miss my Henry!
