A couple days ago, one of my friends posted this on her Facebook page:
It’s been about 2 months since my breakdown, and it’s been about 2 months of It Takes a Village Thursdays here at my house.
Every Thursday morning, 3 of my friends come over between the hours of 9 and 12.
It isn’t always all three of them.
And they don’t always all stay for the whole three hours.
Sometimes life gets in the way, so sometimes there is only one, sometimes two.
It’s kind of a revolving door during that time.
Between the three of them, they coordinate who is going to bring over dinner that night for me.
Yesterday it was chili. All ready to eat.
One major thing checked off the list.
Then, they just find an area, and they get to work.
Yesterday there was a lot of laundry to fold.
We’re coming off a weekend of stomach bugs; in addition to the usual stuff, pretty much every blanket, sheet, and towel in this house had to be washed.
So the two, or three, or four of us work together, usually downstairs. Maybe not all in the same room, but all in rooms where we can still talk while we work.
We also vent.
We make each other feel better.
I really look forward to Thursday mornings.
And I think the other ladies do too.
Yesterday one of the girls wasn’t going to be able to make it.
So there were three of us there — two folding laundry in the dining room and one in the kitchen making banana bread.
I heard a knock at the door.
I’ve written about the knock on the door before.
I am still at the stage where the unanticipated knock induces heart palpitations.
We are still scraping by financially.
Was it The Man from CL&P?
I said out loud, “Oh no. Who the hell is that?”
I went to the door. I slowly opened it.
It was girlfriend #3. The one who couldn’t make it.
“HEY!” I was surprised to see her.
“I have 20 minutes before my appointment. I needed this. What do you have for me to do?”
I found a bowl, gave her a bag of oranges, and she started cutting.
We talked in the kitchen.
She finished cutting, washed up some dishes, and then, just as quickly as she came, she was gone.
She got in a mini therapy session, and I got a start on my fruit salad.
Girlfriend # 2 is redoing her daughter’s room, and has a trundle bed to get rid of. She had asked me if I wanted it.
Score a big girl bed for Number 7!
We made arrangements for me to pick that up, and she was on her way to go work at the school store.
Girlfriend #1 and I were in the kitchen. She had never cut up a pineapple, so I showed her how to do it. I finished up the banana bread and she finished up the fruit salad.
While we worked, she offered to help me out a couple hours a week with some administrative stuff, and I helped her a little with some things regarding her blog, Momfeld.
And so, these Thursday mornings have morphed into not just 3 ladies swooping in to save me, but four women getting together to support and help each other.
You know, you could do the same.
You could make a date each week with a few of your friends.
Schedule it in.
Stick to it.
It’s amazing the amount of work a bunch of women can get done when they work together.
Only 6 more days until Thursday!
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That is so awesome to have such a great group of friends. FYI, I can’t say “Fruit Salad” with out saying “Yummy Yummy” in my head, either! Darn you Wiggles!!!!!!!!!