I Made My Bed

Dear Mom,


I’m not going to lie. I’ve had a very very bad week. I went into this blog assignment hoping to write about the good things to make myself feel better about everything. This week just does not call for that. 


For starters, we had another death in the family. For personal reasons, I won’t broadcast it over the internet because others have not found out yet. I hope you guys are catching up and you are showing him the ropes- whatever those ropes may be. 


Secondly, I haven’t been feeling well recently, which during Covid-19 is a very scary thing. I haven’t been around people though so I wasn’t too worried. I did, however, become worried when I noticed a GIANT lump behind my ear. Luckily, the giant lump just turned out to be a swollen lymph node caused by me ignoring my ear infection. Whoops. To be honest I was scared to get it checked out because last time I thought I had an ear infection I didn’t and the nurse kinda laughed at me. You were not happy when I told you that. At least I have answers to why I have been dizzy and fatigued lately. Thankfully, it’s nothing a good ole antibiotic from Meijer can’t fix. 


Finally, I have been missing you a lot lately. So many things happened this week where I really could have used a mom. I know everything in life happens for a reason but as a 22-year-old trying to do it all, it gets hard. I have grown such a deep appreciation for everything you did for me that I never took the time to thank you enough for. I often feel overwhelmed filling in for the tasks you once did. I’ve taken over cooking for the family, cleaning, doing the dishes, taking care of Sparky and Diggs, learning how to trim their nails, driving everyone everywhere, and so much more. Trying to be a full-time student, an intern, a sorority member, an IISE officer, a friend, a girlfriend, a sister, an aunt, and now a part-time mom is a lot. But one thing you’d be proud of is that I was finally able to make my bed. After 75 days of not being able to make my bed, I finally got up and did it. I felt like I was finally gaining a piece of myself back. It’s the little things that really make a difference when you’re grieving. Yes, it didn’t happen until 5 pm, but I was proud. 


Sending hugs,

Lacey 




Ps. Taco Bell replied to my tweet and you would have loved that


I have included some pictures of my mediocre bed making and of the Taco Bell tweet:







Comments

  1. The Taco Bell reply was awesome! Definitely something your Mom would have enjoyed seeing.

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    1. She loved Taco Bell, arguable more than me, which says a lot!

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  2. So sorry to hear about the hard times you are facing Lacey! I am sure you are handling them with nothing but grace! Keep pushing forward!

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