A Li’l Housekeeping

In no particular order…

1. It is 9:00 a.m. and I think I just heard my phone ringing downstairs, but I’m not going to get it. You know why? Because I am in bed. On my laptop. And you know what else? The rest of my family is sleeping next to me still. Because the flu? It’s still here in all it’s nasty coughing and fevers and aching and crying. For the past three nights we just lined the kids up on the floor in our bedroom with lots of blankets and pillows and stuffed animals and a humidifier. It was much easier to have them all here with us than to have to get up out of bed every couple hours, run downstairs, calm crying children, and go back to sleep for a few precious minutes. Thankfully, they are getting better, it’s just really slow going. Bri is still feeling it. He did some minor work around the house yesterday and it wore him out, but I remind him that’s because he’s old. I, amazingly, still have not gotten it. Thank you for your prayers.

Sickness Comes On Horseback…

…but leaves on foot. (Ancient Proverb)

My hubby is on day 6 of the flu and finally feeling better although very tired. My buddy is on day three. Bear and Bella are on day one. I find it ironic that I am the only healthy one in the house. Brian said it best, “If you haven’t seen us by Wednesday, send help!”

Wednesday Worship: C. S. Lewis Song

As I sit here this morning, sipping a hot drink, the smell of oatmeal floating through the kitchen, the sun just peeking over the mountains, I struggle. My senses are aware of all that is happening around me. The voice of my little Buddy singing in the bathroom as he dresses for school, my Bella singing to her eggs at the breakfast table, the purr of the heater kicking in on a frosty morning, the hum of the refrigerator full of food. I am aware. But I am not moved. I long to be moved again. To be so overwhelmed with all that is around me, with all that I have been given. But I sit here, only aware.

Two Front Teeth

On Thursday night Ash discovered that if he wiggled and jostled his front tooth enough I would visibly shudder, so he spent every moment he could before bedtime sending me into fits of agony. He especially loved to twist it so hard that I could hear the crunch in his mouth, and I would scream out loud, completely grossed out.