I have been independent since I learned how to walk. I find dusting and straightening up a room rewarding epecially if I haven't done it in awhile. Now I cannot even muster the energy to sweep the floor of the ever growing dust-bunnies.
Larry has been doing a great job picking up where I left off. I spent two days sorting through books on our bookshelves and nearly got clocked in the head with an Ikea bookshelf light fixture. I'm listing a ton of stuff on eBay and managed to score $75 thus far towards the baby furniture. In rearranging the bookshelves I decided to put some family photographs on the top shelf, Larry hollars at me "don't stretch, don't reach." I didn't reach like if I had to go on my tippy toes but my arm did go above my head and the result is beautiful but my hip is out. In going through a box I found something that I thought I threw out years ago, it had me crying for a good 10 minutes and I couldn't explain to Larry why.
I learned my lesson to watch how much exercising I do. I went with my family to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens and it is a very large place. We walked for 3 hours, breaking for a few minutes for lunch but I managed to keep up with everyone but towards the end I felt my back go out. Sarah, my beloved niece, refuses to hug me because she is scared she will hurt the baby but she is technically hurting my feelings because I don't know how to explain to her she can't hurt the baby. She's trying, I'm new at this too honey.
So I am learning to leave a mess on the floor, not make the bed every morning, not empty the dishwasher because I can't stretch without throwing out my hip.
I have learned to like fruit punch and apple juice instead of diet coke or orange juice. I will give up tuna fish and pizza for now. I have learned to love yoplait whips yogart for breakfast with nuts and raisons. I will get up for my 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. and 7:30 a.m. water drinking needs (why do I see a pattern emerging?).
I guess God wanted me to learn how to be humble and ask for help. One day at a time.
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