Jewells of Thought

The last few days have been long, quite frankly. Some of this was brought on by simply moving the kitchen out of the kitchen and having to do some cleaning in the process. If there are dust balls I get in trouble within a couple of hours.

Last week I even mentioned that working and moving around the kitchen was some hot and sweaty business. Tuesday morning I woke up with a sore throat already. All of this work was for Wednesday morning and yet it wasn’t like everything would magically be done that morning. Then we would have to wait until the spray was dry and eventually unpack what took us two days to ferociously pack into these totes.

My allergies overtook me by Wednesday though and I needed to stay away from them spraying. I laid down for a good while since I was exhausted from the workout of moving heavy totes that I was pretty determined to move since we had no help after our guys all took off for work at nearly 4 pm. Funny though, we also found it was easier to work with them gone, as well too!

Anyhow my allergies drained me yet I was still trying to do what I could to help mom. I knew she couldn’t do all of this alone, but we definitely had to take a few breaks. By the grace of God we got what was needed done before the spray began.

Literally though, someone had the audacity to whine about not having everything put up on Friday. I won’t name names, knowing how physically exhausted I was and feeling like my congested head was fried really didn’t help. Also no one else volunteered to help put things away. Yet after hearing this comment more than once not feeling good still coughing and sneezing I might add I began the process Saturday afternoon. If not for me our plates, glasses and bowls would not have gotten up. Mom helped me put them back up, but I also had a big caveat; the guys had to bring the totes and the crates in for us.

Even Jared helped when I asked him to bring in the first tote then Dad took an interest and said he could do that for us. He doesn’t even live here anymore but I put him to work cause I knew I didn’t have quite the energy to move these totes like I did originally. It was pure will power to get the kitchen ready.

My voice had been rough at different times throughout the week including Wednesday. However, Saturday and Sunday it got bad enough that I couldn’t even talk at times. It drives me batty when I can’t talk let alone sing… it’s really a fear of mine to lose my voice and never get it back. If God gave me my voice He can take it away if I am not using it for His glory. it’s something that has always been in the back of my mind. I have to get myself past the lump in my throat anytime I feel a sore throat coming on. I also have a concoction I like to drink in my tea when that happens.

Today I still feel like I am in the middle of my allergies, but I do feel better after taking some of my medicine this morning.