Today has not been a great day. My pain level today would probably be a 7 on the scale of 1 to 10. 1 being no pain at all and 10 being the "someone knock me out before I commit hara kiri" end of the scale.
This is the second time today that I have managed to get down to the study but I won't be able to sit here long.
I'm very fortunate to have an understanding hubby and good kids when it comes to this kind of thing. Hubby ran some errands for me before he left for work (TJ's glasses need repairing again) and the kids managed to cook tea without killing each other or burning themselves. We had a picnic tea on my bed seeing as how I couldn't sit at the dining table with them. We also had mini pizza's instead of sausages, but the menu plan has got to be flexible right? lol (I'd actually forgotten that I had them in the freezer....... kids have memories like elephants when it comes to the location of junk food) They even managed to stack and start the dishwasher before going to bed the little angels.
At times I feel guilty for not always being physically capable of being the kind of mum that I think I should be or that I think they deserve to have. But then I remember that when I'm too sore to be running around they all take great delight in having a captive audience. For the privilege of being waited on hand and foot I am made a very interesting assortment of foodstuffs (inch thick cheese slices on toast, or weetbix with very little milk and way too much sugar for example). I also get to hear every single mind boggling thought that pops into my dear daughter's pre pubescent brain, get assaulted by the "can we have a...(insert appropriate junk food item here)....." terrorist repeatedly because he knows I can't chase him away and am serenaded by an vast assortment of hubby's bodily noises that are apparently meant to be amusing but often result in me begging for a gas mask.
I am very blessed indeed.