Decided to take the morning off from church today.
Got in about 10PM last night. Goldilocks wailed out loud all the way home, The Hub said. I had the two boys. I think I did most the crying while they argued about getting the window rolled all the way up and other nonsensical things.
Forgot the last two slices of pot pie and rice in the back of the van. I’ll probably make fresh with the supplies I bought for a third one for lunch. I made XL ones yesterday and thought there would be plenty between meals. They were good. I set the security alarm off getting into the house. I forgot the right code. The police came. Hated to bother them, but it was sort of funny. I would have called Mom quickly for the right code, but alas, did not have her cell put back in my phone since she’s losing it in a few days anyway. 😀
We got home last night and pulled the foam mattress in front of the fire. The Hub took the girl and older boy. I took Red to the guest bed. They went to sleep with their cloth hankies Mamaw had given them. Red tucked his in his pillow so he wouldn’t lose it. Goldy held hers all night. She was hysterical for about a half hour and then we got her calmed down. Emotional development isn’t fully developed yet…once they get started, they need help knowing how to stop, and why to stop. They talked a long while about nonsensical things. I shut our door.
Called in backup for Sunday school. I owe someone big time. I just think sitting on an empty row at church today was going to be too hard and would take away from the focus of the revival. Last night was hard enough. Red felt the need to USE his new-found hanky all service. He is learning what grief means and doesn’t know how yet. It’s somehow both humorous and painful to watch him.
Finally got to bed, curled up with Red. Cried for myself some. Couldn’t breathe. Got up and took a Claritin, Naproxen, and a Tylenol. Got back up for nasal spray (totally recommend that after a deep crying spell). Could breathe.
Fell asleep until 3:30AM. Got up feeling the need to throw up. Took 1/2 a Phenegran. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find the pill form. At that hour, who cares–I’ll take the south route. The Hub was going to work until mid-afternoon, and I’d needed rest to manage the kids. Went to my own bed, hubby wasn’t feeling well, had developed a cough. He got up, got meds. We snuggled and went to sleep. I slept well until morning.
I slept with the new prayer shawl the Lord gave me last week at a consignment store. I found it hidden down in a doily box! I am thrilled to have it and had been wanting one for a long time, hoping to make myself one, but knowing that would happen by the time I was 95, if I was lucky. It is a delicate white. I’ve been sleeping in it for naps this week, and using it for prayer. It’s a covering, something tangible I can feel and touch. It seems to represent a deliberate decision to be covered/comforted.
This morning, Grandma and Grand-dad came at the last minute to get Boy Wonder for Sunday School. I’m so thankful for them. They are advanced in years, but so joyful and reliable and always helpful. I pray for their health.
The kids are begging for “the usual” at McDonalds, and I SO do not want to get ready to go out. I probably will, though. I know they need a little bit of normal for Sunday.
Mom had commented on my blog from yesterday’s enter. I pulled her framed copy of this (I had permission to print a very, very few copies from the Beth Moore gang when I made it. She had one of them.) I saw it in her bathroom yesterday, took it down, and put it in a packing box she still had open. The glass may not make it, and she may have chosen to not pack it, but I wanted the message to go with her. Words I could not say, but felt as she journeys toward Iraq.
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