Last Thursday, the cold/flu that swept though our family finally hit me hard. I felt so miserable that Hubby stayed home to help, and struggled to make up the hours. (All of our leave is still drained by surgeries, Africa trips, and more surgeries. It makes it hard to get sick!)
Then, after one day of feeling better on Saturday, I got a migraine headache and spent the second half of Sunday in bed again.
This morning, Hubby seemed unusually glad to escape to work, and I don't blame him, poor man. His desk has to seem incredibly peaceful after wrangling Goombas all weekend. They are a fun little crew, but also exhausting.
In particular, Abi seems to be in a demanding phase again, testing him and insisting that he give her all of his attention. Of course, with four kids, he can't do that, but having her "daddydaddydaddydaddy" like a broken record in the background just raises everyone's stress level.
I think both Hubby and I are worrying about the Portland trip next week too. There are just so many possibilities for things to be really, really hard. We try not to fret, but when it comes to something like this, it's just plain scary. A couple of our kids aren't good car travelers. We're trying to combine a surgery with a family trip. We're seeing new doctors and staying in a new place that doesn't take reservations. Hopefully everything will go smoothly, but you never know.
After a weekend of being sick (mostly), crazy kids, church responsibilities, and worst of all, worrying, it's nice to get out the playdough and just have a normal morning. The kids are making imaginary food and having a marvelous time. I think I'll just enjoy this moment and try not to think about tomorrow.
On another related note: Please pray for my mom this morning as she is having surgery today.