I'm pretty sure I've mentioned my love of getting into bed at the end of the day . . . well, today, at 7:37pm, I'm calling it quits and climbing in. Sigh.
It's been a long week.
What I haven't mentioned before was that both John and I got a version of Piper's illness. I got the extreme fatigue (like literally my body hurt to move--I swear, my joints creaked like an old ladies when I walked around) and bad headaches and total disinterest in all food. John was the extreme fatigue with crazy bad headache and if he moved, everything would move out of him. So he stayed still and in bed for about 24 hours (only the forth time in our marriage).
We are both better, thank heavens, but I just don't want to think or do anything anymore today. And so by getting into my PJs and washing my face and brushing my teeth and climbing into bed, I am declaring to the world (and John and children) that I am done for the day.
And oh, oh oh oh, it's like my whole body just sighed and said, Mary, thank you so much for getting into this big soft bed.
And my pillows said, Oh yeah, girl, rest your head right here. I got you.
And my puffy, warm, down comforter snuggled me in and was like, Shh, stop thinking, just float away . . .
And so . . . I will listen to all of you (please don't think I'm too crazy . . . but I swear, my bed loves me right back and it does, I'm telling you, talks to me).
But before I totally drift off . . . I just need to say . . . Thank you Last Full Week of October for reminding me how wonderful it is to be healthy and how much I love Fall. Every chance I got . . . I walked and ran and hiked out in your glorious perfect weather . . .
And most of all, thank you for today . . . perfect in every way (especially the hard, but not too hard hike up in the hills and then running down through the yellow and orange leaves).
Oh, and officially, good night garden. We gave you a warm blanket of leaves and grass to make you rich and healthy for next fall . . .
And to everyone else . . . Good Night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite . . .
Dream of all the good things to come and know that you are amazing and wonderful just the way you are.
And now . . . off to sleep . . .
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