Pride and Accomplishments

It is amazing how different 'levels' of accomplishments garner a sense of pride at different moments in a person's life.
When you are little, pouring a cup of milk straight from the jug into a real glass was a feat to be ecstatically proud of.
As you get older, your goals and plans and accomplishments become more grand. Before you know it, you feel pride less and less from accomplishments that would have had you fully celebrating for days when you were younger. Soon, what felt like accomplishments at one time now seem like failures.
When something happens, when we become injured or develop illness, we can get so caught up in thinking about what we used to be able to do that we forget to give ourselves a break - and a little bit of credit.

Today I am giving myself credit for what I was able to accomplish today, despite how horrendous I am feeling.
We spent a couple of days with my parents and friends, and although it involved mostly sitting and talking, it was still busy. My pouch is irate with me and showing its anger VERY clearly, my joints are protesting every single position and movement, and I now have a migraine - most likely from the drastic weather changes.
So when we got home, I went IMMEDIATELY to the bedroom and crawled under the covers wishing that I could cuddle away all of the pain and nausea and bathroom issues.
After a three hour sick sleep, I wasn't sure I would get anything done.
But then I thought:
RJ is just as exhausted as I am and he is working tonight. He has a procedure coming up and we both have a busy week. I need to be a good little housewife and do something productive.

So - I rolled myself out of my blanket cocoon, diffused a few fresh-scented oils, splashed water on my face and vowed to get moving.
• I emptied the dishwasher.
• I unpacked both of our bags.
• I put a load of laundry in (and accidentally washed some money which is now airing out)
• I made a batch of Marbled Brownies & Blondies
• I washed all of the dishes that I used to bake the batch of brownies.

Those are really small accomplishments in the grand scheme of things. But the thought that RJ will come home to an empty dishwasher, clean clothes, everything unpacked and organized, and a clean kitchen? Not only that but that having these things done means that we can BOTH sleep in tomorrow - this feels damn good. Add in how awful I really am feeling and I am definitely filled with pride.
My goal is to be a good housewife.
Today I achieved that goal.
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