Well, it can't be that bad!

As I was falling asleep last night I started to think about my Thursday.

The morning started out as usual. My alarm went off at 5:30am and I sat up and helped my legs over the side of the bed. I sat there for a few minutes trying to assess the soreness in my lower back. I stood up and suddenly the bathroom felt very far away. I put one foot in front of the other and shuffled into the bathroom. And that is how it begins...with one foot in front of the other. I got myself ready, got the boys up, got breakfast, packed lunches, packed dinner, got the bookbag together, reminded Trent to feed the dogs and cats, got the kids dressed, gathered soccer stuff (except for shinguards...thanks Meg) and we were in the car at 7am. I dropped off Ian at Glen and Cindys and took Trent to school then headed to work. I worked until 5pm and then headed to pick up the boys so we could eat our packed dinner by soccer practice at 6. I walked Ian to the playground and visited with dad during practice, had to stop to get gas on the way home and was pulling in the driveway at 7:30. So, then I had enough time to clean up, help Trent with homework, give baths, read stories and tuck the kids in before sitting down to plan the Kindergarten Easter party. All of that without any pain medicine.

I started again this morning at 5:30am. That leads me to believe that things can't be all that bad. There is a huge sense of accomplishment for me when I can keep up like that. Staying on top of with what a normal mom should be able to do on a daily basis is a big deal. I often feel like I am fighting to stay in the 'real world' with the healthy people. A world where people worry about bills and getting to places on time and how much gas is in the car and what is packed in lunch boxes and what event is next on the list of weekly activities. This is a world that I plan on staying in for a very long time and this week I really enjoyed living in it.