Saturday mornings and early afternoons, Ted and I tend to try and get stuff done that we need to get done before I need to head to work in the afternoon. Right now, we don't have any days off together, so we make the most of our time when we can.
This week has been a bit rough. My mother had been in the hospital and is now finishing up her recovery in a rehab center. It was a rough few days, her confusion got so huge, I wasn't sure if she would be able to go home. On top of that, I have been dealing with some other emotions from other things that have been going on. On top of that, chaos is still reigning supreme and with everything that has been going on, I haven't been able to paint or do anything to further my remodeling. So, to say the least, I have felt a little sorry for myself.
Today, Ted and I went furniture shopping, we still have so much to find. After that, we headed to Sam's Club for some things we needed.
When we were entering, there was a couple entering also. They had six children, probably ranging from age three to eleven. A lot of work there!! Ted did what Ted does and was teasing them that they could only bring two guests into the store. The man teased back and said, "what's the use of going to Sam's then?" Ted remarked how it reminded him of when he was a kid and his parents had six kids about that age range. The woman tells us that they have seven children, "but we lost one in January". The man says, " yeah, it was on the news, it was at the Magna Rec Center. Our boy was the one that drowned". The woman got a sad look on her face. Ted and I both expressed our sincere sympathies to them. As we separated once in the store, I told Ted that I felt like bawling and he said he knew how I felt.
It was one of those moments where you have that smack upside the head that tells you how whiney and stupid your problems are in comparison. Your depression, your problems are nothing compared to having someone tell you that your child is dead or dying from a moment of boyhood play.
Sometimes, you just need a kick in the pants.
This week has been a bit rough. My mother had been in the hospital and is now finishing up her recovery in a rehab center. It was a rough few days, her confusion got so huge, I wasn't sure if she would be able to go home. On top of that, I have been dealing with some other emotions from other things that have been going on. On top of that, chaos is still reigning supreme and with everything that has been going on, I haven't been able to paint or do anything to further my remodeling. So, to say the least, I have felt a little sorry for myself.
Today, Ted and I went furniture shopping, we still have so much to find. After that, we headed to Sam's Club for some things we needed.
When we were entering, there was a couple entering also. They had six children, probably ranging from age three to eleven. A lot of work there!! Ted did what Ted does and was teasing them that they could only bring two guests into the store. The man teased back and said, "what's the use of going to Sam's then?" Ted remarked how it reminded him of when he was a kid and his parents had six kids about that age range. The woman tells us that they have seven children, "but we lost one in January". The man says, " yeah, it was on the news, it was at the Magna Rec Center. Our boy was the one that drowned". The woman got a sad look on her face. Ted and I both expressed our sincere sympathies to them. As we separated once in the store, I told Ted that I felt like bawling and he said he knew how I felt.
It was one of those moments where you have that smack upside the head that tells you how whiney and stupid your problems are in comparison. Your depression, your problems are nothing compared to having someone tell you that your child is dead or dying from a moment of boyhood play.
Sometimes, you just need a kick in the pants.
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