I've slumped into sporadic blogging once again and I must admit, I'm not too proud of that. I was just starting to get on a regular schedule and was even documenting on my calendar which posts I would share on which days. Well, of course that's all gone by the wayside. Let's face it. I'm not that great at regularly scheduled anything anyways. The OCD in me should keep me organized, but the short attention span in me says "hell no."
Anyways, lately I've been spending lots of time taking care of my hubby. He injured his ankle playing volleyball on June 5th. (I shared the photo above on Instagram of the transition of his injury). I remember it like it was yesterday (que the "trip down memory lane" music). After several doctors and specialist appointments (several being an understatement), we found out that he has complete destruction of his anterior fibular ligament and another partially torn ligament. Basically, what means is no walking or even putting any pressure whatsoever on his foot and use crutches every. single. day from then on.
I must admit that it's been hard doing everything on my own. Maybe this situation made me realize that I'm a bit more dependent on my hubby than I lead myself to believe. Before one of my days in a nutshell was: get up for work, take a long hot shower and do my "beauty routine," read some blogs or say hi to some friends on a scrappy forum, watch an episode of Boy Meets World reruns, get ready, go to work, come home, eat dinner (already made by hubby), and work on scrappy projects or clean. But since hubby has been injured, it now is something along the lines of: get up for work, take the quickest shower possible, let the bunnies run around while I pick up recycling and laundry around the home, hurry up and do hair and makeup, get hubby up, get him hot/cold water for his ankle (we aren't doing this anymore, thankfully), coffee, make sure hubby is set, go to work, come home, cook dinner, clean up some more, squeeze some laundry and cleaning in, bed...yes please!
Not every day has been easy. Most days I'm so exhausted that I just fall into bed. There have been quite a few emotional days the past month and most of it has been regarding finances. (Most of it I would rather keep personal, but I will say that it is definitely difficult adjusting to life on one salary after you are used to having two for so long). And while we're at it, let's add a little more to the mix: lots of work for me in my 9 to 5 job and the motherboard on our laptop crashing. Eeeek!!! The point of this post though, is not to complain, so I will halt it there.
It is amazing when it seems there is so much going on in your life, you begin to realize all of the amazing things you do have. This whole situation has been the perfect opportunity for my anxiety to flair up (especially since I have had to forgo my therapy appointments for now), but I haven't had one flair up. Okay, that's a lie. I've had a few times that I start to feel a little overwhelmed and worried by it all, but I've been making it and I'm so proud. I really think what has helped me is the little things. The little things make life good. And I have lots of them. My hubby who tries his hardest to help me out while being on one leg, our bunnies who run through my feet and try to trip me while I'm carrying things, a crafty mind so I can release some energy and emotion, amazing friends both in real life and online, and this blog where I can release my thoughts. There is so much! And let me tell you, it is the little things that is going to get me through this thing called life.
And since I can't just write a long post without photos because it will bother me too much, here is one of my favorite photos I have ever taken. It is my hubby and our elder bunny Murphy (and completely unedited). We've had lots of mornings and nights just laying on the carpet cuddling. I love it so much and it takes my breath away every time I look at it. How can I be so lucky sometimes?