C: Independence Day

I hope you all had a wonderful Fourth of July.  V was busy welcoming a fourthofjuly new little one into the family and doing some Grandmother-Granddaughter bonding.  What a sweet way to spend the holiday weekend!

I had volunteered to have family over, and in the night of July 3 was stricken with what I believe was a stomach virus.  No one I had dined with the evening before had symptoms, so we ruled food poisoning out!  It soon passed but on the morning of July 4 I was wiped out.

That picture to the right is not me, but I felt about that green.stomachvirus

So son packed up the food I had purchased and delivered it to my sister’s house to move the feast there (I did not want to even see food at that point).  He returned, and we spent the day together doing nothing!  To be honest, it was glorious.  I never got out of my pajamas!

At first it seemed odd just being quiet on a holiday weekend.  In my “past life” this would never have happened.  Our house has always been the gathering place for such times.  In the past there would have been frenetic preparation, a house full of family, and all the bustle of holiday. 

smileyfaceWith my separation, it seems that the whole rhythm of life has changed, even without the stomach bug!  That rhythm change was hard at first but—just like this 4th of July weekend—I am finding that change is not always a  bad thing.  And I’m learning that change is gonna happen; just mark it down.  I think that the fear of change and what its result will be is the frightening thing. 

Now, if I can just keep that in mind…

I am tensing for a busy short week, having been off yesterday, and we’re going to be short-handed with staff on vacation.  I may be nuts by the end of the week.  But I have marked Friday off for MIL, Aunt E, and my mother to go with me on a one-night out-of-town trip just to see some sights, so I only have to make it through three days!  --C

Comments

Anonymous said…
Sounds like a great plan you got there. I agree changes are hard so many times. I am still have trouble adjusting to all my kids so busy all the time. I never know where or what they are doing. We did get together for a pool party at our daughter's BYOF picnic. Enjoy your road trip.
QMM
July 6, 2010 at 6:59 AM
Sumandebray said…
Some one said ... change is the only constant thing in life....
so very true .. we all go through it all the time and it is upto us to make sure that the change has been for better.
Have a great week ahead
July 6, 2010 at 9:11 AM
Vickie said…
Lucky you to be off Friday, C! I'm glad you're feeling better tho.

We had kind of a low-key Fourth ourselves. It was actually nice.

Have a great trip and show us some pictures when you get back! Where are y'all going?
July 6, 2010 at 9:36 AM
Malinda said…
Focus on the trip and the week will fly by. Have fun.
July 6, 2010 at 10:10 AM
kath001 said…
I absolutely LOVE the opportunity to hole up in solitude on a holiday! Glad you are feeling better. Take care of yourself!
July 6, 2010 at 12:51 PM
Anonymous said…
Sorry you missed your holiday celebration with your family, and I hope you are feeling better this week. You are right about "change," and we are not guarateed that every change outcome will be good. But one thing is certain, there is light at the end of every tunnel. Thank God.
July 6, 2010 at 10:54 PM
happyone said…
Sorry you weren't feeling well.
I think change is hard at first if we don't want the change, but often times better things come out of the change.
July 7, 2010 at 11:47 AM
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