I'm also watching the Sound of Music...well, sort of. I can at least SEE it from where I'm sitting. The sound of the dishwasher and dryer are also going on in the background. Oh, the joy of the evenings...when the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad...
Abi woke with the "barking" cough at 1:30am, along with a fever. I got her settled and she called me again at 2:30am. I don't believe she slept during that hour. She was wide awake and seemed to want to chat. Please NO! My attitude was still good until she woke again at 4:30am. I rocked her to sleep, got her a drink and loved on her. At that point, I decided it would be best for me to sleep on the couch so as to not keep waking Bruce every time I got out of the bed. Every Thursday morning, Bruce gets up at 5:30 for the men's Bible study that he leads at church that begins at 6:30am. I, obviously, didn't think to grab my phone when moving to the couch at 4:30am so guess who missed the alarm at 6:40am? That would be me. Bella came in the living room at 7:34am and said, "Mom, what's happening? It's 7:34." I felt like I had a hangover (although I've never had one). Josh was supposed to be up at 6:45 and out the door by 7:15 to make the 7:30 bus to get to swimming for first period. Bella is supposed to be at school by 7:50. I usually do this routine every Thursday morning as Bruce is long gone but today was different. I was too tired and concerned for Abi to make it a big deal so I told the kids to take a deep breath and relax. There was no relaxing for Joshua...such a first born. Help me! If you miss swimming you make it up after school...what's the big deal?
The morning went on with more drama...Bella's pants didn't "feel right"...of course, they didn't. I had to wake Abi, to place her in a cold car and drive with us to drop off J&B at school...bleh! Thankfully, they had an opening at the doctors office. Abi was diagnosed with an ear infection and the croop. Is it croup or croop? She got a steroid shot and other meds and is doing much better this evening. She's such a jewel. We went for an unplanned and fun late lunch with a friend. She didn't mind a bit...loves being out and about. She had a big lunch, napped at home afterwards and has acted a bit tired but overall perfect for the remainder of today.
Ever feel at the end of the day that you want to unload? Have a dear friend over to sit on the couch with you, with your feet tucked under a blanket and just talk for an hour or so? That's how I felt tonight so I decided to blog. There's nothing important in this blog except for the reminder to me of the blessing my life can be if I'll take the time to notice. I've been in a funk for a while. I hate that for me and everyone around me. So...I pulled myself out of it with God's help and suddenly I want to scrapbook, read, blog, write notes to friends, ride a roller coaster (okay, it's too cold for that right now)...you get the picture. ;)
The boys have left the table now. Just checked on Bella to find her sleeping beautifully in her bed. Abi is also sound asleep, laying at a bit of an angle as her head has been lifted by the pillow to help with drainage and her croop. Her face has had so many kisses from me today. I could hardly help myself. I don't want her sick but I do enjoy that she's more at ease and cuddly when she doesn't feel her best.
That reminds me...when Bella saw me driving up to pick her up from school today, she smiled from ear to ear with her sweet tiny face/head tilted...she ran to the van and her beauty overwhelmed me. As we drove away from the school, she began talking about her day...so many words...what was she saying? All I could see were her rosy lips moving, her perfect pony tail and her dirty hands. I had to interrupt and when I did, I loudly said, "Bella, I'm about to pull this car over and beat you down with kisses! I mean it! You better stop being so darn cute!" Then we both laughed and laughed.
I love my kids.
Sweet dreams to all...
PS. My spell check is saying it's "croup" but I'm not making changes to the above. ;)
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