One of my besties came over Saturday to roll up her sleeves and help me pack up my garage. I cannot tell you how much that means to me.
If you’ve ever read “The Five Love Languages,” by Gary Chapman, then you’ll understand me when I say acts of service is my top love language. My late husband was absolutely sexy when he did sundry housework.
I’m overwhelmed and trying my best not to panic. My plan is to pack what I want so if there are any volunteers they can help me pack the rest.
I am doing what I can but my body is not happy. Sunday I was incredibly sore and my plantar fasciaitis flared up. It is so painful I had to use my cane. I couldn’t move yesterday morning. Consequently, I missed a guest speaker at church, someone I was looking forward to hearing.
I realize time is getting short but I’m struggling to get it together. The last time I moved my husband and I worked together. Now it’s just me and a teenager who I can’t get to help me without complaining and asking 50 million questions.
I hope more friends can stop by and help me pack. Maybe I have to come up with a different plan. Nevertheless, I am grateful for those who help.
What are you thankful for today?
Day 2, Washing machine
Day 3, Prayer Room
Day 4, Two HP Printers
Day 5, Great teachers
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Boricua Confidential chronicles my new life as a single mom of two kids after my husband died from cancer on our son’s seventh birthday. Join me on this journey of change, revival, reformation, discovery and new direction ordered of God. Being a widow ain’t easy, that’s for sure. I refuse to rollover and die. Quite the contrary. I intend to thrive from this crazy life. You can’t keep this woman down. If I’m down, I won’t be for long.
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