Friday, November 28, 2008

Day 4 of Thanksgiving

I first heard the little squeak at 5:30 a.m. I tried to ignore it, but he wouldn't be ignored. So I plod down the stairs and opened the door and there he was, tail wagging, eyes gleaming and bounding around like he hasn't seen me in a year, even though I had let him out at 11:30 the night before. I put him out to do his business and by that time the other one was up. I put on the Disney channel, set Lance up on the couch, brought Oliver's bed out of the bathroom, gave him a bone to chew and headed back up to bed for a little while longer.

I crawled into bed and the room started spinning, my stomach gave a lurch and there you have it, my Thanksgiving. How am I suppose to be thankful, I asked myself. I tried to get a little more sleep but my body wasn't having it. I knew I had to prepare a few dishes to take to the in-laws for dinner and I also had to bake a couple of batches of cookies for work the next day.

I got out of bed holding my stomach, trying not to tumble into the walls and started my day for real.

After pulling out the ingredients I needed for the Sweet Potato Casserole and the modified Green Bean Casserole, I had to go sit down for a bit. And that is how my morning progressed, I'd do a little bit and sit down, do a bit more and sit down.

I finally had to make the decision not to go for the Thanksgiving celebration with Kevin and Lance and stay home on the couch for the day, and it looked like it was going to be a long, lonely day.

Now comes the hard part...what can I be thankful for?

I was able to spend some time with the Lord. I got to watch Miracle on 34th Street (I love that old movie!) I took a nap, not once but twice and I just plain ole rested, something I haven't done in forever. I talked with Brigette a few times, because she was by herself too. It turned out to be a quiet and slow day. I like those days. And I do have to say, today I am feeling so much better, which is a good thing, because I have to work at the mall today, yes Black Friday and I don't know how I would have done it not feeling well.

Thank you God, for the restful day yesterday and for the blessing of working today. Thank you too, for the lesson of knowing you have my life in your hands, no matter what happens.

1 comment:

Letters From Midlife said...

I'm so sorry you got sick on Thanksgiving but glad you got much needed rest. And Gina, you are a writer! You do have a way of telling your story that makes me see it unfold.