Alarm rings at 5 a.m. I jump out of bed to start making fresh blueberry muffins and the evening’s crock-pot dinner. Out the door by 6 a.m. for a full day (up to 10 hours) of work followed by whatever after school activity my kiddo had for the night.
The night ends making sure our daughter’s homework is done, bath & bed, leaving me a few hours to pick up the house, play on the computer and watch TV before going to sleep (roughly 10:30 p.m.)
Flash forward 8 years…
Alarm rings at 6 a.m. Slowly, I get out of bed to get my morning medicine. I lie back down in bed hitting snooze until 6:30 a.m. The next 30 minutes I get dressed and apply my makeup. Again, I return to bed until the last alarm goes off at 7:15 a.m. I grab my bag and ease my way down the stairs to head off to a 7 hour work day. After a short drive I am home, changed into my pajamas and laying down on the couch for a nap.
I can’t recall the last time I made blueberry muffins so a week ago I decided I would bake for my family. The blueberry mix packages sat on the kitchen counter for 8 days. I finally had enough energy to make them today. It isn’t as if it takes a lot of energy to open 2 packages, add milk, stir and bake. Unfortunately, that is still more than I can do nowadays.
Then … I would religiously decorate the house the first of each month for whatever holiday was that month.
Now … It happens when it happens. It is November 12th and although my Halloween decorations have been put away, my Thanksgiving decorations have been in a tote sitting at the bottom of my stairs for a week. All I need to do is ask to have it carried upstairs. I hate asking. After all these years, I continue to struggle with asking for assistance.