I have been thinking today that I think I am getting a little glimpse into what life might be like in the twilight years. There are several things that I do on a daily or weekly basis that just get harder and harder as time goes by. I never understood why the elderly spend the end of their lives watching TV. Yet here I am with a house seemingly falling apart around me and all I can do is sit around. Every week it gets harder and harder to bathe my kids and sweep the floor. I am no longer able to go grocery shopping on my own or haul the laundry downstairs. Getting myself and my kids ready for the day is a feat in and of itself. I hate having to depend on others for everything.
I think this is typical of most women and I HATE asking. I have a hard time looking at my yard and seeing the disarray it is in. I want to put a huge sign on my door asking people to please not judge me. If I could, I would. Josh does what he can but seriously that guy leaves for work at 6:30, comes home at 5 and then leaves for school no later than 5:50 and doesn't get home until 9. We do have Sat. but considering we have to get a whole new set of stuff for these babies and we are poor- we spend a lot of time going to yard sales. I know this post sounds like I am complaining but really let me get to the point. I am lucky!
Next year I am hoping that I can have a garden again. Maybe my yard will not have as many weeds and you better believe that someday I will be able to get to the dishes in a timely manner. If things don't get done, it will be because I ran out of TIME not ability. Yet I think about those elderly people that of course this process usually happens a lot slower, they don't have the hope that someday their functioning will return. All they can do is sit and think about how freeing it will be to someday get rid of the body that slows them down.
I have dreams about things I wish I could do- the other night I worked out in my dream all night long. I enjoyed the sensation on being able to run. I enjoyed being able to breathe! The
exhaustion came from sweating, not just trying to walk up the stairs. Someday I will be able to do these things again and I am so grateful for this opportunity to gain a little bit of empathy.