Perhaps I don’t dream.
Some people have vivid or reoccuring dreams or nightmares. I’m not one of them. Generally.
But last night I woke up at 3:30am after a dream/ nightmare. I was standing with someone, protecting them (probably one of my kids), and shielding them from an animal. We were backing away when I heard a snarl and then saw a cougar attack and bite my arm. Then I woke up.
I went to bed last night with a tired aching arm from all the cleaning I’ve been doing. That same arm was throbbing when I woke from my nightmare. My muscles in my arms, shoulders and back are tired and I have some tendinitis in my wrist. My elbow also is achy.
I will admit that I was a tiny bit scared from the nightmare, but the longer I lay quietly in bed trying to slow my heart, the better I was. I contemplated getting up for Tylenol, but our bedroom was freezing so I didn’t want to crawl out from under my warm covers. Instead I just lay still, breathing deeply and working to relax tired muscles. Before too long I fell back asleep. I struggled to get out of bed when the alarm went off.
Thursday morning at work was so slow. We had one family show up. I’m so sad that the programs at the Parent Link are underutilized. They are so awesome.
My weary body was grateful for only two children. I got to do a lot of relaxing.
After lunch Rebekka, Aleya and I headed back to the Parent Link for our afternoon class. Playing with Aunt Heather, Alden and Liesel is so wonderful. Today in outside play, we were using muffin tins. Aleya and Rebekka made little snow cakes. I saw how the snow was holding it’s shape so I started a snowball. We the help of children, we made a big snow ball and then everyone took turns trying to stand on it without wrecking it.
Rebekka!!
Aleya!
Mom and Rebekka, Aunt Heather, Alden and Liesel.
A couple of weeks ago mom phoned from Calgary. A friend from her ward was moving to Raymond. She wanted me to take her a meal when she arrived. Before supper, Mom Hardy (the ward Relief Society President) and I went over to meet her. I was grateful to be able to serve.
I had a mini breakdown last night by myself. I lamented out loud to the walls that it was too hard and I couldn’t do it anymore. I didn’t want to be taking care of this house. In my tears, I took courage from a prompting to message the YW president and see if the young women could come Tuesday to help. I hated asking. I’m hoping the work our family does on Monday will be able to get most of it clean.
This morning, the mom attending the class volunteered to help me cleaning tonight. She spent 2 hours with me at the house. I am grateful for the help. That is 2 hours less I need to spend there.
I have so many ripe tomatoes, onions, beets, and apples to do. They aren’t going to do themselves. I would rather be baking cinnamon buns, cookies or pies. Sigh.
I’m so grateful to Jeff who worked all day juicing apples. Tysyn has been coughing and with the cases of Whooping cough in the south area, I didn’t send him to school. So he stayed home and worked on the apples with Jeff. They accomplished a lot! We have been loving the abundance of apple juice!