The eve of Mother's day, I posted my laundry list of woes (click here if you missed it). I had just had such a rough week last week, I was trying with all my might for things to look up. I wrote about how I was going to look for and find the joy on Mother's Day.
Well, I tried. It started off great with my first time sleeping in in 10 years, reading books with Anna-Kate in bed whiles the bigs and their dad made me breakfast in bed (which I haven't had since slumber parties at my grams when I was a kid!). The kids made lovely cards and homemade posters were plastered all over the kitchen. Plus I have up the special Mother's Day cards from my aunt up (thank you!). It started out so good. I even got a long dreamed about Mother's Day gift for a steal from facebook marketplace. To me, from me, vintage old high back kitchen sink love. It's going to clean up nicely. Hope to get it installed this decade.
Then it went downhill fast. Looking back, I cannot even think of the how or whys, but it was rough. I think it was probably my hardest day of motherhood ever. I somehow stayed remarkably patient, am thankful for my husband's help, but ended up with a pounding headache. And a sleep number bed with a broken pump. Felt like that last one was a 'hit her while she's down' moment. I cried that day. A lot.
I'm blown away from what happened next. Everything changed. In came the messages rolling in of support, of prayers and offers to help. My tears of thankfulness began flowing when were showered with delicious food and gifts (Thank you Karlene, best chicken pot pie EVER).
Fast forward to today, I received a surprise gift from long time bread customers (who I have only met once!). He said he made it from odds and ends so my bread no longer blows away. I cannot even tell you how special this is! (Thank you, neighbors!)