Put up a post here about my mom, but just moved it over here. Hadn't put anything up there in about a week, and had sort of forgotten I had a dedicated spot to chatter about her stroke.
I talked about taking time away from my mom, which is very healing. I think I'll re-schedule how I manage my visits with her, being that they really take their toll on my mental/physical health.
And, I realized I'd not processed our son's Nat'l Guard life. With her situation being so mentally exhausting for me, I've not given myself time to think about Joseph, and that's why I've posted photos of the graduation here and on FB. It came to me that it'd been shoved aside when the girls and I recently took dinner to my newly-widowed aunt. My cousin was there and she asked about Joseph, and she said she didn't know how she'd deal with having a child in the military. I sat there and thought about what she'd said, finally sinking in that I've held onto a brave face, and likely needed to deal with some stress related to his choice of lifestyle.
And when things make me cry with little effort, figure they need time to be resolved and tended to.
So yesterday the kids and I cleaned up some outside. I took off one storm window, wiped off the spiderwebs and washed it down, and put it back up. A small step in tidying my nest. Didn't have much energy for much more, but it was restoring. I need to plan more of that. So necessary and refreshing. While the kids do their Spanish CD in a minute, will scurry around and do a bit. Cleaning can be a pain or therapeutic. Today it's the latter.
