Yesterday I woke with a terrible headache and a very sore throat. The couple of nights before that I’d had very little sleep. The one morning I was told to sleep in as long as I was able. Back to yesterday, I woke in time for us to go to church, but I just couldn’t get out of bed. I was so exhausted and I hurt all over. The children were little angels! They watched TV, looked after each other, made their own breakfast (fruit and such things). DH and I stayed in bed until noon. (Our bed is in a loft above the living room where the children were spending their time, so we could half listen while we snoozed.)
When we got up we were starving. DH had wanted to take me out for lunch (as a family) for Mother’s Day but figured the restaurants in our area would be very full and very busy. So he suggested that we go for lunch with the kids. Oh, I was not sure I was up for that. My head pounded. But I got dressed while he got everyone else ready and into the bus. I felt like I was in a daze the whole time. We don’t normally have a lot of spills when we eat out and having 5 children under 10 you’d think we’d have at least a spill a visit, but we don’t. Yesterday was . . . interesting. We had two cups of pop spilled. Oh well.
On the way back to the bus, our little “baby” (18 month old girl) R was running across the street with her older sister who was trying to get her to slow down. R had a spill earlier in the day and had split her lip (fell on a toy). Sure enough, K says, “Baby slow down you’re gonna fall!” Just as Baby R trips. She’s just close enough to the sidewalk to hit her forehead on the edge! Poor baby! She was hurtin’ so bad!!!!! I belted her in her seat after some snuggles and went to the drug store to get some meds. Then home again.
At home I snuggled with my little girl and let her play with the box and sealed bottle of medication before putting her to bed. (We didn’t wanna give her any until after her nap because of two minor head injuries in a short time period, but planned to give her some as soon as she woke to help with the pain.) I put her to bed and proceeded to crash on the couch for the remainder of the afternoon. Apparently my family tried to wake me to eat a number of times and I didn’t.
About supper time I woke and served leftovers from the restaurant and other stuff that was in the fridge. Everyone was sent to bed almost on time. And I proceeded to watch 3 hours of Survivor. It is the only show that I “stop my world” to watch. The kids are in bed by the time it comes on; the computer is usually ignored and sometimes so is the phone. Last night was finale night and DH took care of the bedtime stragglers and any clean up while I watched.
One of the interruptions was Baby R waking and needing / wanting meds to enable her to go back to sleep more easily. Do you think I could find them? Remember I was letting her play with the still sealed bottle??? Well, almost 24 hours later and we still haven’t been able to find it. I have no idea where it has gone. She’s such a trooper!
Anyway, I went to bed and to sleep feeling very blessed and very loved by my husband and our children. And I just wanted to share that with you, my readers.
Have a blessed day!
Striving to learn and live God's purposes,
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