Thank Goodness for Grandmas!

Somehow it’s been almost a month since I’ve posted. For those of you wondering, I am still alive.

It took me the entire month of June to fully recover from my bout with pneumonia. I can’t believe how debilitating that experience was, but at least it’s over. I’m still puffing on a round purple disc of Advair twice a day, but that’s my only real physical reminder of my ordeal – that and the impending medical bills.

So now it’s probably going to take me through most of July or perhaps even longer to catch up on everything I had to abandon during June. I truly don’t know how I managed to get by last month when I was so physically limited. While Sportgirl and Handsome Hubby were both a tremendous help, my mother-in-law was the biggest help of all. I’m sure after all she did for me – caring for and chauffeuring my kids, cooking, laundry, etc. – the month of June must have passed in flash for her, as well.

These days even if the salary isn’t needed, many ranch wives have been forced to work off the ranch just to get health benefits. My mother-in-law hasn’t had to do this, and that’s been an incredible blessing for all of us because someone in the family is always in need of her help. From running parts for the ranch to cooking for the ranch workers to caring for grandkids, she is always ready and willing.

And if my mother-in-law couldn’t have helped, my mother would have been here instead. While she doesn’t live right here, she is also always ready and willing to help us when we need her. She’s actually coming out next week to watch Busy Toddler and to help around the house while I work on getting caught up.

All I can say is, “Thank goodness for grandmas.” What would we ever do without them?

An Early Morning on Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day began at 5 a.m. when a crying Busy Toddler jolted me awake.

Somehow she must have caught me in a deep sleep and Handsome Hubby heard her calling, “Mommy,” first. That’s a rare occurrence, and Busy Toddler wasn’t prepared for it. When Dad entered her room instead of me, she immediately began screaming.

Why is it that my girls generally prefer me to their dad? Don’t get me wrong, they all love their dad, and they do spend time with him. But if they are given a choice (and often even when they aren’t given a choice) they demand my attention as opposed to his. Busy Toddler and teenage Sports Girls often request me. Ten-year-old Horse Lover is probably the least selective, but I’m guessing that as she hits her teen years, that too will change.

Honestly, this is one popularity contest that if I could, I would often chose to lose. But then I’m sure it’s an equally hard or harder scenario for Handsome Hubby to endure. He often tries to help the girls, but with little or no appreciation.

So I rescued Dad and Busy Toddler this morning even if it was Mother’s Day, and I was hoping to sleep in. I got out of bed and rocked Busy Toddler for a while before putting her back to bed for a couple more hours of sleep.

I really didn’t begrudge her for wanting me; it was actually a sweet time to cuddle with her. I just wish she wasn’t always so demanding that it be me when her father is already awake and up.

But it’s like they say, “There’s no rest for the weary” and apparently not for Mommys either!