This morning my husband went to a friends house to help him do some yard work. I was home with my daughter, every morning is hard to move. She knows that she is pretty much on her own as far as breakfast goes if its just her and I home. But by lunch time usually I can do more.
Today, she asked me to make her mac and cheese. Normally, I do not even like for her to eat processed crap but whenever I can't drive and cooking raw is hard I give into whatever is "easy". So I boiled the noodles and when it came time to strain them I tried all these modifications to try and get the water out. It wasn't really happening and since I didn't have the strength to lift the pot from the stove to the sink I sort-of slid it over and dropped the pot over the strainer, it didn't happen gracefully but I was able to strain the noodles. Even tho it took me twice as long as the average person and a lil brainstorming I was happy I was able to do that. Then it came time to squeeze the cheese, it wasn't happening no strength again, I got what I could out and hoped my daughter wouldn't notice the lack of cheese.
Next, I tried to empty some of the silverware from the dishwasher but when I was attempting to lift the container that holds them to the counter I dropped it and all the silverware went all over the kitchen floor. Today was a day where it was too painful to bend over and pick anything up off the ground. So I just began to cry. Every now and then it just gets to me and I need to let out some tears. Luckily my husband walked in the door in time to serve my daughter the mac in cheese in her bowl because that was my next challenge- getting the bowl from the cupboard and having strength to scoop it into her bowl. I am so grateful for my husband.
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