Wednesday, September 05, 2012
After I had a good cry yesterday I felt better. I stopped for an ice cream cone for lunch and took a nap and it was okay. My husband does help a lot but you know us women, we tend to take on the household responsibilities ourselves, like raising kids. We have someone who comes to clean our home every other week so I don't have to worry about that. And yesterday, my husband called the home health company to find out what their services entailed and lined up someone to help with a bath for MIL.
You know, I don't cry, not much at all. As my friend said, "you're a strong woman" and so I pretty much deal with things. But yesterday as I was driving to a client appmt, in the driving rain and talking on the phone to my friend (not a good idea) the warm tears were just rolling down my cheeks. I had to pull over and pull myself together. It reminded me of what I went through during Desert Storm and the anniversary of Desert Storm, 10 years later. Warm tears rolling down my cheeks.
Quilting is my solace. Hubby complains that I'm always in the sewing room, sewing. And this is true. It is so restful for me to cut fabric or to sew pieces together. If you are a quilter, you know what I mean. I won't be giving that up. At any rate, I thank all of my spark friends. You mean so much to me and your kind words helped me through a difficult day.