Oh yes,
Wrapped up in my blanket, coffee in hand on the couch.
At home.
I love being home.
It’s where I make the rules.
Breakfast for dinner.
Clothing optional.
Netflix all day.
Silence all day.
Cat nap all day.
Company for a visit.
Alone with a book.
Thermostat at 68.
Ok. So when Troy is home we compromise.
Most of the time.
He is spoiled and maintains control of every remote in the house.
Seems like the only time I don’t care to be at home is when I’m told I have to stay in.
Sound familiar?
Like a wet paint sign, or being told don’t touch it’s hot.
Don’t tell me what to do.
You don’t know what’s good for me.
Instead of:
thanks for the warning.
How hard is that really?
I spent the week of my surgery at home. No driving, no lifting. Pushing. Pulling. My purse even exceeded my weight restriction.
I lived in my pajamas.
I was thinking of ways to escape!
Doctors orders were for my own good.
Imagine that.
And now, I’ve healed nicely, no hernia from over doing it, I got the rest my body needed to heal and i caught up on all my cooking shows.
Being told to do something we don’t want to do, Even if it’s for our own good can bring out the defiance of a toddler in us.
But being adults, we know down deep inside what is best for us, like it or not.
Our actions can affect others and sometimes more harm than help.
So why not set that example.
That great act of defiance could end up being your last.
Reestablish being King or Queen of your castle.
Guard it.
Protect it.
Enjoy it.
It is your kingdom
Snuggle up on the couch and enjoy your coffee.
We will all meet for lunch soon.
Love big.
Lorene ❤