Over on Lisa-Jo Baker's site she hosts Five Minute Friday. I like to participate but when I went to her site today and read the prompt I had to take a few steps back. Because just like Lisa said in her post...it's been a week, heck it's been a month. And a long 18 months before that. And a whole four years." Well mine hasn't been a whole four years but it has sure been a week, a month, and a couple of years, that's for sure. I didn't know if I could write for five minutes about being grateful. But I am going to give a stab at it right now. Right now before I pour myself a stiff drink and lay my head down for the night.
My week started out with about 2 inches of water on the bathroom floor. You can go read all about it here. Try having to explain why there is a plumber in the house to a man with dementia. I don't know if he has gotten it yet. The problem was finally fixed on Thursday, early morning, when the plumber returned to re-install the toilet. All was well with water, showers, tubs, and toilets at our house. I am very grateful for plumbers.
That is until I walked into the bathroom this morning to take a shower and found about an inch of water on the floor. Through a little investigation I found that the little flex hose that he attached from the toilet to the turn off valve was dripping...heck it was a steady stream. I was able to tighten it and stop the stream of water. And mop the floor. And even be a bit grateful that I didn't need to call the plumber back again. (p.s. I haven't yet seen the bill).
Richard has had a bad week mentally. He is so confused and just can't understand why I won't let him go outside and do some work in the yard. I am grateful for the kid's being out of school to help keep his mind off it. I never, not ever, in a million years thought I would ever utter those words. "glad to have them out of school..." But I am grateful that both of them are able to help me with their papa. They entertain him and distract him. And sometimes he has even made me giggle this week with some of his silliness. He has been both up and down, strength-wise, and it is hard sometimes to do the physical part of this. I am grateful for my strong, muscular grandson. I really, really am.
As much as I whine and cry on my blog posts I am grateful for what I have in my life. I am grateful to still have my husband here with me even though caring for him is so very hard. I wouldn't trade my life with anyone....
I am linking up with Lisa-Jo's Five Minute Friday.