Spent doing this – curled up under a homemade quilt on the couch, Maddy at my feet, and my trusty bucket by my side. I’m hoping this one was the last hurrah for the slew of sicknesses we’ve had over the past month. I’ve been washing my hands so much that my skin looks alligator-ish.
I made that fall quilt in the picture about a month ago. At one point Wes said “Aww, don’t you feel loved, all curled up in your homemade quilt?” To which I replied, “Yeah, I guess I really just made this thing for myself.”
The only upside of all this? Being forced to slow down. I’m not big on slowing down or just being. I really like to get things done. When I can’t move, and all I can do is lay around, I get a whole new perspective on what goes on around me that I am typically oblivious to. Yesterday morning Wes went to church, and Abi and I just played for two hours in the playroom downstairs. She absolutely loved it, and while I normally strive to take time out to play I don’t think I ever do it for two hours straight. I laid on the floor (under my blanket) while she played over, under and around me. It was actually quite nice.
So, while I could look at this as yet another weekend ruined, I’m starting to have a different take on it. Maybe it’s yet another weekend that gave me the precious gift of just being in the moment.