Remember this post where I worried about how I would let go of my need for things being done my way?
Yeah, I guess you could say that being knocked on your ass has a way of making you appreciate every bit of help people offer.
My in-laws drove all night to be here to care for Peanut so that I wouldn’t have to worry about him being cared for. They are staying until after the baby is born. They could be here for over 3 weeks. I couldn’t have made it these past few days without them.
My kitchen linen drawer is not organized, nor are any of my cabinets. The dishwasher is being loaded “incorrectly”. Peanut is a little off of his schedule.
Guess what? I don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me.
My MIL, who is just spectacular, has cooked, cleaned, tended to my family, and changed some king-size crap diapers. And she hasn’t complained or criticized one time.
I am so lucky to have this great support at a time that I so very much need it. This experience has made me swallow these petty control issues. Suddenly nested tupperware bowls seem insignificant.
Peanut is being well cared for. That is all that really matters.
I’m off now to eat a slice of my freshly baked humble pie.