The most normal day I've had in weeks.
I did wake up in the middle of the night for an hour but fell back asleep. Got up at 8:45, made some eggs and toast (I NEVER cook breakfast if I don't have to, especially not on the weekend!). Watched a little tv, took a nap, then took a shower, dressed, and walked to a nearby mexican place for a quick-made burrito. Yes folks, I ate breakfast AND lunch. And I even had a snack of organic greek yogurt this afternoon.
If you're wondering why this is so important, it's because this normalcy never happens anymore. A day without tears, with a shower and breakfast and relaxation—true relaxation—I don't know the last time that happened to me. It's been a long time for sure.
This afternoon the call came. This one was from the supervisor of our son's in-home therapist. She believes he will qualify for residential care, which he desperately needs but which we have been told repeatedly he does not qualify for. I really wonder what you'd have to do to qualify. I wish there had been secret cameras in the assessment room the other day at the hospital, because that in itself should be enough evidence of how mentally ill he is.
So now I'm supposed to bust my ass again to try to get him into residential care. And I will do it because the alternative is he leaves this state to live elsewhere, and I feel residential is his best chance at healing and beginning to live a normal life.
Today as I went about my eggs and toast, my nap, my shower, chatting with friends and making phone calls, I reveled in the normalcy of it all. This is the kind of day that my nonworking mom friends have, the ones whose kids are in school all day. This is the kind of day I used to have, before I knew not to take it for granted. This is the kind of day that makes you realize how special a normal kind of day can be. And I'm grateful for it. There may be pressure and stress right around the corner (for sure there will be!) but I have been so blessed to have today, where I feel normal and right and have all that I need.
Thank you God. And please help me pick up the sword to fight again tomorrow, as I know I need to do.