Good evening and Happy Thursday y'all. 👋🏽 😘
It's been a busy day around these parts.
My morning started with making my bed, getting daddy's breakfast and morning meds ready, and a phone call that was a lesson in humility.
What had happened was...
A friend has been going through a period of distress and I've been trying to be as supportive as possible. 🤗
Our interaction has been good for me too. There are very few people I can confide in and this friend happens to be one of those people.
However, this morning I woke up feeling like maybe I'd been taking advantage of my friend because I felt I was getting so much from our conversations.
During the apology conversation I initiated this morning, I became emotionally overwhelmed and began to cry. But it was a silent cry because I didn't want my friend to know I was crying. I didn't want to cause any guilty feelings (and feel even worse myself, for doing so).
When the conversation ended, I felt better but I also felt awful because I felt like I might have alienated my friend somehow. We rang off and I went back to my morning busy-ness.
A few minutes later my phone rang. It was my friend calling back to say all was well: it was okay that we both benefited from our conversations, I shouldn't feel bad about it, it wasn't a secret that I had been crying, that I could call any time I needed or wanted, that we were okay.
My friend also thanked me for being available during this time of distress. I did the same.
When we rang off I cried a bit more, thankful to have such a person in my life and thankful that I could be that person for someone else. 😌
There is so much to be grateful for in life, despite the things that are less than positive. Every day I understand this to a greater degree.
Daddy had a mid-day appointment and after it was done, we hit the streets and ran wild. 🏃🏾🏃🏾♀️
We went to Home Goods in search of a healthy-er breakfast bar for daddy. His current diet is about 75 percent fresh foods, with a lot of that being organic when possible; about 20 percent is frozen and the rest is "other".
He's been missing his junk food so I'm attempting to be flexible with some healthy-er items that I hope will appease his appetite for the unhealthy stuff.
One of the good things about having daddy here is that watching his diet is also helping me watch how I'm eating as well. I've become much more conscious of how much salt I use daily because daddy is on a sodium-restricted diet.
And not that I'm eating salt on everything but I do like the taste of it and I'm realizing that I tend to overdo it.
Example: last week I had an issue with my right foot and ankle swelling. After a bit of research, lots of water and hibiscus tea were imbibed in addition to applications of topical potions. Thankfully it all worked.
Let's blame it on my weakness for roasted and salted macadamia nuts. 😜 Although I don't buy them often (maybe once every few months or so), they are one of my weaknesses. Last week a bag crept into my buggy at the supermarket. It took me the week to eat them but it was a manic week. It was like I'd been overcome by a spirit that caused me to return to the kitchen again and again for two or three nuts every hour or so. 😂😰
Cue the swelling. 😔
Also daddy loves some foods I either don't eat or I eat in moderation (meaning I probably don't buy them but I'll eat them when I'm out if I have a taste for them). When buying those items for him, I must read labels. (Specifically for sodium amounts but also for carb count.)
When cooking for us both, I have to watch the amount of salt I use which is also forcing me to get creative with other spices. 😟😰
Other spices... Yeah... We'll get there. 😋
After we didn't find what we needed at Home Goods, we headed to lunch at an Indian restaurant across the street. We also went to Wal-Mart and the post office before heading home.
We were gone from noon until six p.m.
Long day.
Daddy is currently napping. I'll wake him for his evening meds and a snack in another hour or so. When he returns to bed I'll unwind with my dinner and a few pages of "Babycakes". Then I'll watch telly and ramble around online until I nod off.
I've fallen into my old (bad) habit of staying up after midnight and it's taking a toll on me. Daddy usually makes a bathroom run in the wee hours. It disrupts my sleep and although I'm able to doze off again, there are only a few hours between being awakened and my wake-up call (usually eight a.m.)
It's not enough because I'm usually nodding towards afternoon. Since I can't add hours on the wake-up end, I need to get to sleep earlier.
Bed time tonight will be 11 p.m.
It's been a busy day around these parts.
My morning started with making my bed, getting daddy's breakfast and morning meds ready, and a phone call that was a lesson in humility.
What had happened was...
A friend has been going through a period of distress and I've been trying to be as supportive as possible. 🤗
Our interaction has been good for me too. There are very few people I can confide in and this friend happens to be one of those people.
However, this morning I woke up feeling like maybe I'd been taking advantage of my friend because I felt I was getting so much from our conversations.
During the apology conversation I initiated this morning, I became emotionally overwhelmed and began to cry. But it was a silent cry because I didn't want my friend to know I was crying. I didn't want to cause any guilty feelings (and feel even worse myself, for doing so).
When the conversation ended, I felt better but I also felt awful because I felt like I might have alienated my friend somehow. We rang off and I went back to my morning busy-ness.
A few minutes later my phone rang. It was my friend calling back to say all was well: it was okay that we both benefited from our conversations, I shouldn't feel bad about it, it wasn't a secret that I had been crying, that I could call any time I needed or wanted, that we were okay.
My friend also thanked me for being available during this time of distress. I did the same.
When we rang off I cried a bit more, thankful to have such a person in my life and thankful that I could be that person for someone else. 😌
There is so much to be grateful for in life, despite the things that are less than positive. Every day I understand this to a greater degree.
🌸 🌸 🌸
Daddy had a mid-day appointment and after it was done, we hit the streets and ran wild. 🏃🏾🏃🏾♀️
We went to Home Goods in search of a healthy-er breakfast bar for daddy. His current diet is about 75 percent fresh foods, with a lot of that being organic when possible; about 20 percent is frozen and the rest is "other".
He's been missing his junk food so I'm attempting to be flexible with some healthy-er items that I hope will appease his appetite for the unhealthy stuff.
One of the good things about having daddy here is that watching his diet is also helping me watch how I'm eating as well. I've become much more conscious of how much salt I use daily because daddy is on a sodium-restricted diet.
And not that I'm eating salt on everything but I do like the taste of it and I'm realizing that I tend to overdo it.
Example: last week I had an issue with my right foot and ankle swelling. After a bit of research, lots of water and hibiscus tea were imbibed in addition to applications of topical potions. Thankfully it all worked.
Let's blame it on my weakness for roasted and salted macadamia nuts. 😜 Although I don't buy them often (maybe once every few months or so), they are one of my weaknesses. Last week a bag crept into my buggy at the supermarket. It took me the week to eat them but it was a manic week. It was like I'd been overcome by a spirit that caused me to return to the kitchen again and again for two or three nuts every hour or so. 😂😰
Cue the swelling. 😔
Also daddy loves some foods I either don't eat or I eat in moderation (meaning I probably don't buy them but I'll eat them when I'm out if I have a taste for them). When buying those items for him, I must read labels. (Specifically for sodium amounts but also for carb count.)
When cooking for us both, I have to watch the amount of salt I use which is also forcing me to get creative with other spices. 😟😰
Other spices... Yeah... We'll get there. 😋
After we didn't find what we needed at Home Goods, we headed to lunch at an Indian restaurant across the street. We also went to Wal-Mart and the post office before heading home.
We were gone from noon until six p.m.
Long day.
Daddy is currently napping. I'll wake him for his evening meds and a snack in another hour or so. When he returns to bed I'll unwind with my dinner and a few pages of "Babycakes". Then I'll watch telly and ramble around online until I nod off.
I've fallen into my old (bad) habit of staying up after midnight and it's taking a toll on me. Daddy usually makes a bathroom run in the wee hours. It disrupts my sleep and although I'm able to doze off again, there are only a few hours between being awakened and my wake-up call (usually eight a.m.)
It's not enough because I'm usually nodding towards afternoon. Since I can't add hours on the wake-up end, I need to get to sleep earlier.
Bed time tonight will be 11 p.m.
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