It’s been quite a day. We returned home late last night from North Carolina, and I promptly awoke this morning at 6 a.m. by way of my daughter vomiting all over me. She then continued to “toss her cookies” just about every 20 minutes for the next 12 hours.
Not long after she became ill, my little son, Sammy’s stomach was all of a sudden unable to tolerate milk. Tell me that doesn’t paint a pretty picture. Nope, not pretty at all. The upside is that the fabric on my couch cushions is washable. I’m praising the Lord for zip offs and leather! (That sounds a little questionable, but you know what I mean.)
As we wind down a day mingled with an over abundance of laundry and bleach disinfectants of all kinds, my husband and oldest son have both succumbed to fevers, coughs and stuffy noses. Doesn’t that make you want to visit me? Oh c’mon, you mean the germ fest doesn’t entice you? I don’t blame you. If I could run away to a spa somewhere, I would. (I just cannot escape to any hotel. I’m more than a little spoiled, and if I’m going to be away from my family, it must include a massage. A nearby shoe store and good dark chocolate helps also. Please don’t judge me.)
Anyhoo, there are two reasons I decided to quickly write this post and tell you what is going on in my life…
- I’m hoping to make you feel better about your own life. (If you didn’t wake up to someone vomiting on you this morning, you most likely started your day a little brighter than I did.)
- If I seem to be off the grid for the next couple days, the plague may have caught me. It’s chasing me right now, I can feel it…
I hope you enjoy your Sunday. Give God praise! And if you wouldn’t mind, please send up a little prayer for my family. Thanks!
How are you spending your Sunday?
I will be glad and rejoice in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High. (N.K.J.V.)