The Puddles

The ideal situation would be the following:

Comfortable bed. Tv on. Crochet project in my lap ready to work. Relaxation at its finest.  That lasted a few hours, and then I started to think about all of the things that still needed to get done at the house. Laundry. Vacuuming. Dishes. I seriously couldn’t keep my mind off of it.  So as soon as my medications were on board and I had done a breathing treatment I figured this was the best time to get my work done.

There is a sense of pleasure and serenity when I’ve completed those tasks. Dang it. I love getting things done and checking items off my to-do list.  I hate the fact that I am wheezing and struggling to breath after a few hours of housework. I know I need to rest and yet am compelled to work against it.

Hopefully we will go back to the beach tomorrow. It took all day to get the medicine called into the pharmacy and then for me to pick it up.  Chris is heading back to Conroe to help finish up a few things around the house and then we will all head back to the beach.

Despite the illnesses, coming home has turned out positive.  Ainsley was able to see her friends off to camp, and she was also able to attend the Girl Scout celebration held at the Houston Aquarium for all of the girls who sold over 1000 boxes of cookies. And because she sold 1500 this year, she earned a Fujifilm Instant Camera.  It’s pink and she loves it.  Did you know that there is a printer inside and prints the pictures immediately?  And that if you shake the picture it will develop faster?  Having a new generation learn the love of instant cameras is exciting.

She and Shantell had a great time at the Aquarium.

And then on Sunday she was able to send off her friends as they headed to Lutherhill.

And now I have almost all of my chicks at home.  Tomorrow the rest will arrive to help us get back to the beach house.  In the meantime, apparently, during my convalescing my cherubs watched some scary ghost shows on Youtube. So tonight we are all together because no one wants to be left alone.

So tomorrow we will head back to the beach house. I feel well enough to go back and I haven’t had any hives in days, so I pray for continued healing.  Its time to go back so we can work on forgetting about the to-do lists, the needs of tomorrow, and worries of today.