The mechanics of the household... Normally I am 100% here for my kids. I cook, clean, full time school, and 36 hours at work a week. This is when my boyfriend met me. This is the person I was. When John and I moved in together despite my diagnosis, we were in it for the long haul without regard to how it would effect us. I have my good days and bad days... The kids and my boyfriend has to help out more than what I would want normally. I find myself looking around the house at times not knowing where to start and sit in defeat until I get gumption and help together. I have a preteen and a child thats starting to mirror his older brother. With pain, high blood sugar and normal issues people have, I have little patience. During these times, I dont stress. I just dont do it. This puts more stress on my family when they have to pick up the slack and I feel terrible. Id like to think that Im grooming my children for the real world, but I feel lazy. I just keep on recalling to when I was busting my ass and moving out of my apartment into the house we are in now and trying to do everything and quickly... I landed in the emergency room because I was bleeding and in massive pain and a week after that I was incredibly ill and I was told had I not came in, I would have died. Its bittersweet right now, the moments I had that were carefree, but as long as I have support, its tolerable. And the little things are so much more appreciated. Nicole
Posted on: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 00:46:20 +0000
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