I have been up since four or three, I can’t remember which, it’s been one or the other almost every morning. My head aches and I am snuffling constantly when not hacking up…I’d rather spare you. We did school on my bed and I am still marooned here, wearing my pajamas, which have served as a tissue more than once when a sneeze has taken me by surprise.
The dog has lost his mind. He has chewed a roll of toilet paper, a small heart-shaped cardboard box (fortunately devoid of chocolate) and only he knows what else. He likes to stand in my doorway and bark loudly. No one can figure out what he wants or needs.
The big kids have been educated and now have turned to the loving arms of the DVD player and the Wii. Christopher has been begging me to use my laptop, but I am reluctant to give up my last link with civilization. He and Lydia are both dressed and, as I mentioned, finished with school, so I would hold my head up, if I could.
Eden has been my constant companion. She too is still in her pajamas and her face is covered with smears of chocolate. She has had a running dialogue with me or one of her stuffed Chihuahuas for hours. She tucked herself in for a nap because her body was feeling “kind of owie” and she was very tired. Before she drifted off she told me “I’m thankful I can breathe.” Later she said, “I’m glad that I can breathe and that my heart is beating.”
That helped. It’s been a hard day, I am crazy tired, my body aches and Paul and I had a stupid misunderstanding, but it’s also been sweet being so close to Eden and talking with her all day. I have been making a point of expressing my gratitude daily, of looking for ways to acknowledge my thankfulness, but in the exhaustion and discomfort today I forgot that.
Thanks to my sick, sweet girl, I’m taking it back to the basics: I’m thankful I can breathe, I’m glad my heart is beating.
When you get a chance can you tell me how to add links to my blog?
I hope you are up and running soon, my friend.
Hey, I figured it out. You are my only link to date.
Oh, the dog! Our dog once got ahold of a whole box of See’s candy – all bordeaux’s – and ate half of it and then promptly threw up all over our bed. That was before we had kids. Now he sleeps in a kennel in the hallway.
So glad the box was empty – there is nothing like dog vomit to be the last straw that breaks your hold to sanity. Hang in there!