Well, neither of us quite kept track of the day fully today. My husband genuinely forgot entirely that today was Sunday. I forgot multiple times, then remembered again before forgetting again. That kind of thing. We were both exhausted from life period, I think. Yes, we went to bed late last night, but we also still got 7-8 hours of sleep. Then he had a possible flight that ended up canceling after he headed up for it, due to weather. It was a 50/50 as to whether he’d be able to do the flight. (That could have been a pun! Haha!) He wasn’t surprised to have it canceled, but definitely bummed. As was I.
After my mom came and dropped off more stuff for the shower this coming weekend, as well as some food she’d gotten for me yesterday, I ate a good, solid lunch, and then my husband and I both passed out in our new chairs, side by side. He set a timer for 22 minutes. I told him he might as well do 40, because there was no chance he would get up after only 22 minutes. (He doesn’t do well with naps in the first place in terms of actually getting up after only a short time.) But he didn’t change it.
So, we lay down around five PM. Yes, I did mention that we rest just needed to get stuff done for a bit and just go to bed early. But he was incredibly tired, and I was pretty worn myself, so, I let it be.
I woke up somewhat several times, mostly due to sciatic pains. But never got to full-on, let’s get moving again consciousness. Just enough to see that he was still curled up in his chair next to me, and to notice how much darker it was getting outside and, therefore, in the house. When I finally was awake, it was about 8pm and incredibly dark. We hadn’t had any lights on in the house, apparently, which definitely had added to our having be so easily pulled back into sleep the whole time.
We got up and went to the grocer for a couple things he’d forgotten to get yesterday, and for me to have a look for anything else I might be able to eat and drink. We accomplished finding all the aforementioned items, but my husband was embarrassed with how slowly I moved and operated. I wasn’t terribly slow. But, as I found out right after we got home, I think he had an outside – or, rather, inside – influence making him want to hurry up at the store. He was a bit cranky, but not exactly mean. Just somewhat annoyed at my slowness. However, when we got home, when I was trying to tell him about something, he told me to be quick, because he was rushing to the bathroom.
Aah… now, that made sense for his annoyance at my not going faster. His bowels were getting impatient. And I can understand that completely, especially these days. (I get out of bed most mornings not because I’m ready to get up but because my bowels start acting like I am about to explode, at which point I shove myself out of bed as fast as possible and shuffle quickly to the bathroom to release the misery. Oftentimes, I pass back out in bed afterward, because I am finally relieved but still exhausted.)
Anyway, we didn’t have a typical Sunday at all, and the rainy, overcast day didn’t help us to be on track with things beyond laziness. But it was still a good day. I feel quite satisfied with today, which seems bizarre. However, I think just getting to be with my husband as we did, including that he held me for a while in the morning after I went through the typical miserable morning BM and gut-tossing hurl, made all the difference. We didn’t accomplish loads on our lists or anything. But we spent some quality time together throughout the whole day. And that was awesome. And fulfilling.
Thank you, God, for this unexpected day of grace and blessing. Help us to follow and to want your will, please. Make me and the baby and my husband well and fit, please, and keep us all safe. Help me to accomplish well my goals and tasks for this week, and to do them well in advance of the shower. In your name, I pray. Amen.
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