I apologize that I haven't written in eons. I am much much improved but still visit the doctor at least once a week to be poked and prodded. I am grateful for this actually because I get to be extra vigilant in watching this baby that I worry so much about but cannot yet see. Today I just wrote a stream of consciousness and then it felt a little like a post so here it is...
It’s times like this that I am totally floored that I am the adult in the situation. When my 20 month old daughter sneaks 2 cupcakes and then throws them up in the middle of the night. When everyone is miserable and has a fever. And I don’t even know how to clean. Do I spray everything with Lysol? Is that stuff hazardous how far do throw up germs sink into the fabric of a bed or pillow? Are there such things as “throw up germs?” If so, what are they really called? Should I keep everyone at home? What could we possibly do for 12 hours without hurting each other? Don’t we need fresh air? Am I a terrible person for bringing them into public and sharing said, “throw up germs” with the world?
So, because I feel so overwhelmed and pregnant I finish off my half gallon of milk for the day and lay on the couch to watch a mystery that can be solved in 53 minutes.
Wow, I need God and yet I am so slow to turn to him, so weak in my passion for him. I am truly grateful for him and all he does to take care of us, but have I yet discovered that he is beautiful? I pray that I do.
