There's something about not feeling well that makes everything else you need to do exponentially harder. Somehow, in spite of that, I'm sitting here at 7:30 pm with both children asleep and my kitchen clean and some laundry done.
Do you know how accomplished I feel right now?
Any other day these would be fairly ordinary feats, but today? Today I felt like a phoenix rising through the ashes as I washed that last dirty pan. We hear that we have to experience misery so that we can know joy, and if I wasn't sick today, having the dishes done would have just felt like another chore.
As much as suffering and trials are awful and miserable and you want them to go away immediately, there's something about coming out on the other side that makes simple things more beautiful. And apparently, according to my feelings about having the dishes done today, you don't even have to be done with the trial for simple things to rock your world.
Labels: Motherhood