I thought we were overwhelmed when Matilda and I were working parents to 3 small children, a dog, and an aging house. Then I tore my hip labrum and realized we actually had it pretty good.
I thought we were overwhelmed when I went in for surgery. Four weeks of crutches meant 4 weeks for Matilda to run the house. Turns out the surgery was more extensive than we had anticipated and suddenly Matilda's workload doubled to 8 weeks and we realized only 4 weeks wasn't so long.
I thought we were overwhelmed post-op week 2 when the laundry started to pile up on the kitchen counter and the fridge couldn't be opened due to the smell. But then I got shingles on the hip that is supposed to be wearing a brace 24/7 and simply being a one-legged invalid seemed easy in comparison.
I thought we were overwhelmed when I had a hard time wearing pants because of the shingles pain, much less helping with the laundry or the smelly fridge, when Tenderheart had surgery on his ear and Matilda got the flu simultaneously. That was fun. What hip surgery?
Then after a night of sleeping in 45min segments due to said ailments of all involved, Matilda and I finally fell asleep while the kids sat quietly in front of the TV when they all stormed up the steps with a burning electrical smell trailing behind them screaming that the wall was on fire. True enough, the wall switch was hot and smoldering. Apparently, electricians do not work on weekends. What shingles?
I thought we were completely and totally overwhelmed and stretched to the max. Then, last night at 2am, Tenderheart woke up with the flu and I distinctly remember hearing God chuckling that we thought having 3 little kids, a dog, and an aging house was hard.
Here's to appreciating the moment we're in because God only knows what the next one may hold.