I had big plans for a St. Patrick’s Day recipe post. I was going to channel the one-eighth Irish in me and cook a corned beef and cabbage spread that would have made my great-grandmother proud.
Then my son and I got Whooping Cough, despite being immunized, and I’ve spent the last four days in bed. Woo hoo! But good thoughts and a few realizations sometimes come out of convalescing. When your body breaks down and forces you to stop everything, you have time to reflect on what’s important. Sure, those dishes in the sink make my eye twitch but is it going to impact my life if they sit there overnight, or (gasp) all day tomorrow?
I like to run a tidy ship, and sometimes I get hung up on minutia. Getting sick this week has reminded me that at the end of the day, all that matters is my family’s health, having a roof over our head, food to eat, and lots of love. Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Stay tuned for that corned beef and cabbage recipe–plan to post it next week.