Sick Day

Aloha from sniffleville.

We're all in low-level misery over here.  For Samuel that means (ohmygoshhelpme) repeated viewings of Toy Story.  Strangely this does not appear to be bothering David in the slightest; that man can sit on the sofa and read theology through anything.

Clara is handling the cold by crying and crying and crying.  And now sleeping.  Aided by mother's little helper, the trusty infant Tylenol.

And I'm reading birth stories online, and trying to squeeze up the desire to play Uno with David.  And coughing delicately whenever the subject of preparing food or cleaning arises.

I have a lot of friends in God's palm at the moment, those with worries and losses and concerns.  It might do me good to be knocked on my behind by this cold for a bit if only to force me to pray through these issues with them.  Isn't it sad that for so many of us, only illness makes us stop long enough to make a concerted prayer effort?  And then there are TWO babies born to women I know now!  This past week!  Both adorable.

Walked Samuel to Bible study today and then to the store and home again.  Unless I give him a solid hour of outdoor activity every day, at least, the child could power a block with his energy.

Mostly it was for raisins, and tea, and oatmeal.  Wow, could that be a sadder grocery list?  Maybe if I said gruel.  Tea and gruel.  And some powdered milk.  Ok, now I'm depressing myself a bit.

I'm going to go and do everything I can to make sure I don't fall asleep.  Because if I go to sleep at 8pm I'm old.