What Goes Up, Must Come Down....even a day.

"Everything in life... has to have balance."
~ Donna Karan

32 weeks today!!!!  Unfortunately I had a rough sleep last night, so I thought I would just enjoy the morning in bed.  I recreated my "Zen" sanctuary in the bedroom with the door closed, showered and freshly made bed, television remote in my hand, and the "outside world" where it belongs....outside.  Today is Hubby's third day off in a row!!!  That does NOT happen often at all.  His usual work schedule is a 6-day work week with Saturdays off only.  I was hoping to be able to spend some REAL time with him while he was off, but with the 14 yr old having her last 2 basketball games the past couple days, my mom and sister throwing my baby shower here at the house next weekend so the backyard needed work, and the 15 yr old having a choir concert today, he has been a bit busy on his "off" time.  We are hoping that after the shower things will quiet down enough that he can breathe and we can enjoy a "Zen" moment together.  One thing we did notice, unfortunately, is that we were really out of sync.  It seemed difficult to joke or even have basic communication.  I can tell the stress of everything he is having to do is starting to weigh on him, and I REALLY wish the kids would step up to help him more.  That may have to be a talk I have with them some time early next week while he is at work.  I'm not really sure they realize all he is going on his own.  Ok...back to my "Zen" morning.  I had a great breakfast, wonderful lunch, had a brief visit from my Sister-in-law which was great since I hadn't seen her in almost a month!!!  Overall a good morning.....

...until I came downstairs.  As the quote says, everything in life has to have balance.  For every peaceful moment, apparently there must be a "stress-building" moment.  I knew hubby had been working on the backyard all morning.  I peeked out of the upstairs window a few times and saw him working hard.  I guess I just kind of hoped that the teenagers would take care of what was going on INSIDE the house....not so much.  As I walked downstairs (with wobbly "Bambi legs") I glanced into the family room to see a pair of the kids' shoes laying there in the middle of the room.  As I'm getting on the couch I kick something hard on the ground...a glass (fortunately empty).  I knew I couldn't sit here the rest of the day just staring at them, so I took the shoes and literally tossed them up the stairs, and took the glass into the kitchen.  The thing I'm realizing this time I had a break in my Peaceful day, is that since I was told that in 3 weeks I'm off bed rest and am free to do what I want.  Today's downstair "smack to the face" didn't get me as anxious as the last time because I KNOW that in 3 weeks I can help my Hubby again!!  I can dust...vacuum....cook....and NEST. Most importantly, I can take some of the pressure off hubby and get back to feeling like this is a true partnership again.  Maybe THEN we can fully get back in sync.