I have had the worst lower back pain. This is day four. It is most difficult to drive. The position my body is in when I’m driving aggravates whatever is wrong with me in the worst way. Getting out of my van is a slow and laborious endeavor. Sweet torture.
Yesterday I had to drive a lot. Brianna had to be dropped off and picked up from preschool. I had a doctor’s appointment and then needed to get groceries. I even spent an extra who knows how much to go to the grocery store with full service because I desperately needed someone else to push my cart to the car and put my groceries in the back. What I wouldn’t have done to have that young man also unload my car when I got home and neatly put all of my groceries away in my kitchen. Ha!
My mother-in-law babysat while I was gone. Usually when she babysits she allows the kids to do whatever they want. One day I came home to both kids covered in Vaseline because she let them play in it. “Well they wanted to” she told me with a smile. I’ve come home to a house strewn with toys from the front door to the back door and every other door as well. She has forgotten to feed them lunch and when she remembered she has fed them nothing but junk (cookies, salty snacks, and candy — whatever they wanted she gave them). She won’t put them down for a nap because she hates to hear them cry. I usually get all irritated, but I keep it inside because, the truth is, my kids LOVE IT when their grandma comes over. I can see why. And they really superly do. They have a blast!!
Yesterday I was prepared for the worst. I was actually feeling bad for my husband because with my back being out he would have to come home from work and clean up whatever mess had been made. I cannot bend over without seering pain shooting through my lower back. I’m pretty tough with pain, but this is kicking my butt.
I walked in and didn’t hear toys collecting behind the door as I opened it. Relief. I walked through the play room without stepping on anything. I got to the kitchen and there wasn’t a dish in the sink or on the counter. My stovetop was clean and so were my counters. Wow! I heard the washer and dryer going in the laundry room next to the kitchen and I poked my head in there. I startled my mother-in-law who was just about to bend over and open the dryer.
Holy smokes!! She did not!!
Yes she did!!
She did ALL of my laundry. All of it. I haven’t been able to for 4 days because of my back. It was starting to pile up all over the house — bedrooms, laundry room, bathrooms — and there was nothing I could do about it. She recognized that and hopped to it. Done.
And you know what — she also did it all RIGHT!
You know how sometimes people will try to help you out and end up just making more work for you? Ok, maybe that’s just my perfectionism shining through. Maybe that’s not a normal thing. I am the type A of person who would rather do it myself (so it’s done the way I want it done) than ask for help. Perfectionist. It’s an illness really. I probably should seek help for my disorder.
I was so happy. I wanted to jump and hug and “whoop whoop” for joy. If my back hadn’t been screaming for some really strong pain meds (which I cannot have right now) I would have done a flip. And yes, my friends, I really CAN do a flip. A real one. But not right now. No way no how.
Isn’t that some love? She saw my need and didn’t even ask me if I wanted her help (because I would have said no anyway and she knows that). She just took care of business.
The kids both got naps too and they both ate good food (mac-n-cheese) and they were both happy and smiling when I came home.
It was wonderful. I couldn’t thank her enough.
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