This side of normal....

I woke up this morning and decided to "be normal". I decided that I was tired of being on the sidelines and it was time to get back into the game of life.

I started with the dishes.....I cleaned the counters, put away the clean dishes and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. I threw away the trash, made a pitcher of peach tea and then sat down and decided that "normal is over rated!"

I haven't been posting lately because there is nothing to post about. Life is so daily and lately my world has become very small and contained. My physical recovery isn't nearly as quick as I would like and I find myself boring me. Needless to say everyone in the entire world is "prayed up" and most of them by first name.

I realize that some of this is because I had three glorious weeks of having my kids and grand baby around and some of it is probably unrealistic expectations that once this surgery was out of the way that every thing would be back to "normal". (isn't that a city in Illinois?)

I'm looking forward to running the streets with Melli starting tomorrow.....since she has no concept of the word normal it's sure to be a experience that is long over due. I am so ready to get out of this house!

I'm ok.....not great, not wonderful but slowly healing and feeling a bit sorry for myself and definitely side lined. I don't like asking for help and I definitely don't like having to depend on some one for the simplest things. I'm not patient, gracious, or even kind. I should post a "Beware Of Dog" sign on the door because this girl is definitely growly!

Throw a dog biscuit my way and tell me what you do to keep your attitude sweet that doesn't include eating brownies, physical activity, or drugs!