The Puddles

The day started at 3:00 am. This was when my husband woke me up.  I should tell you that my “yesterday” only ended at 2:15am, so I had only been asleep for less than an hour.  Chris woke up and declared that he was sure that he had the same bug that Madie had on Monday.  He decided he needed to go to urgent care to have it looked at.  After all he is leaving the country on Tuesday and Easter is Sunday.  Of all of the times of the year to get sick, today would not be my first choice.  After he arrived home around 6:00 and told me that he officially had strep, I got him set up in bed with drugs, water, and food.  Then I went downstairs and fell asleep on the couch.  I was a tired girl and a little concerned that I might be next.

After sleeping in a little (I was concerned about getting rundown myself), I woke up and hit the office to get to work.  At lunchtime, I stopped and sat with the kids for lunch.  Ainsley then decided that she wanted her Mom to quick working so  . . .

she handcuffed me so that I wouldn’t go back to work today.  Unfortunately, after much reassures she released me from my bondage.  I think that all of the late nights from the last few weeks had caught up to her because she melted soon after.  I heard her crying in the shower and after running up to help her I found out that she was upset because the shower sprayed too close to the wall.  After I got her out and dried off, she told me that she couldn’t keep her eyes open.  She was just exhausted.  She feel asleep for the rest of the afternoon.  Madie had an appointment at church to walk to Prayer Path that afternoon and then have a playdate with a friend, so we headed to church to drop Madie off while Chris and Ainsley slept.  Of course, I was praying the entire time that Ainsley wasn’t coming down with it too.  This picture is how we ended the day.  Ainsley woke up, felt a lot better, smiled for the first time that day, and decided that she really wanted to go and walk the prayer path for the first time.  The picture above is from the prayer path at one of the stations.  The rest of the kids and I headed up to church and walked the prayer path.  We were lucky enough to be able to sign up for the slots right before service, so that as soon as we ended we were able to head over the church for Good Friday worship.  So the day has been long, but it ended well.  Good Friday is a hard service, and it is rare that I am able to walk away without tears in my eyes. Now I am ready for Easter morning.  I pray for healing in my household. I pray that this illness ends with Chris.

Well, we are leaving early in the morning to take pictures in the bluebonnets and to give Chris a quiet house for the morning.  So off to bed!