Last week I spent 3 days in bed. BORING! But totally out of my control.
My kids....were complete and utter miracles!
They could have destroyed my house in a million different ways while I lie there sleeping for hours on end.
But they didn't!
Were there are few mishaps?
They're kids...not perfect. But nothing that couldn't be handled.
I have gained an entirely new appreciation for my boys.
They ARE good boys!
They don't hate their mother! They don't purposely try to make my life miserable.
I AM a good mother and I AM raising good kids.
I LOVE MY KIDS in a way I never have before. I look at them differently. I handle situations differently. I adore them!
Was being bed ridden, horribly sick, out of my mind, not myself, miserable a blessing in disguise?
It certainly wasn't all bad! (But I'm desperately tired of being sick. I want my body back!)
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